Obachan is a force to be reckoned with. She guides me through Tokyo Station with the speed and efficiency of someone less than half her age. Her body, eighty-three years …
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Rowena’s day used to start very early, long before the sky could conceive first light. She would see her husband off as he set out to sea, staying by the …
1942 draws to a close with the Watada family still interned in the abandoned town of Minto, BC, during the beginning of the Japanese Canadian ‘evacuation’. Terry Watada reimagines his …
My father was a handsome, rugged man; tough, fairly tall (five–foot-ten in his youth) and quiet. He was a lumberjack before WWII. In 1920, he was abandoned in Vancouver at …
Grandma’s old house on Drummond Drive held much more than family. Like all homes, it held moments of joy and of belonging. Like all homes, it held whispers, strained decisions …
“Good combination,” Bibik Swee Neo said to herself while fastening her navy blue kebaya sulam with her favourite kerongsang rantai given to her by her late parents as a wedding …
Note: December 13th, 2017 marks eighty years since the Nanjing Massacre. “The Pain We Cannot Swallow” is a Chinese Canadian reflection on the play Japanese Problem. It discusses various traumas related …
-2015- Gerry, the groom, quivered as he stared into the eyes of Carol, the bride, the sweat on his brow not visible in the 24 frames that I shot …
Oh, it has its triumphs, But look at its countless defeats, Missed blows, And repeat attempts! — Wislawa Szymborska, “On Death, Without Exaggeration” The …
on the train i see my grandfather | as a young man 10,247 km of water | seven seats away looking through his reflection | at darkened mountains and doubled …
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