This is a photo of Aunt Ryo, my mother Kazue, Grandma Uyeno, and Aunt Suki (left to right) on the morning in 1942 when the U.S. military came to take them from their home in Visalia, California to board the train to the Poston Relocation Center. Built on the Colorado[…]

The first time I witnessed an American president trying to destroy American democracy was when I was living in Minneapolis in the early 1970s. I ended up in Minneapolis as a result of what I viewed as my failed attempt to become a musician. I grew up in Sioux Falls,[…]

When I was in junior high, my mother would occasionally confide in me about memories that must have bothered her. One day, she told me that when we lived in Kansas City and I was four years old, Steve and Carol, my little brother and sister, and I were all[…]

The native peoples have a legend that in ancient times it rained for so long that the entire world was flooded. Everyone was swept away and drowned except for one beautiful young woman. When the rains finally stopped, she climbed up on the cliffs in this place and realized she[…]

I have a recurring dream in which I’m young and I’m totally alone. I can’t imagine how I will ever make friends or how I will ever meet a girl who might like me. In this dream I’m in San Francisco. I’m walking alone through the city. I start going[…]