People have been asking me about an obscure song I often use to back my video posts. There’s a long story behind it.

The weather itself has been a poetic illustration of this internal state: an alternating mix of sunshine and rain, both falling simultaneously from a half-blue sky.

I find myself caught between admiration for human ingenuity and a profound melancholy for what is displaced in the name of progress.

As someone whose professional work involves defending Asian American Pacific Islanders, I found myself in the unexpected position of having to advocate for an African American patron against racist comments from staff.

It is a simple map of white ethnic ancestry, but it holds a mirror to the broader story of America.

Being born and raised in Hawaii, I couldn’t escape the fact that I was born in the waning shadows of a very American brand of apartheid.