It has been said that “time heals all wounds.” I do not agree. After time, there will always be a scar as a reminder of what happened. For me, my scar is my dad's urn of ashes.
It was late August...
My grandma stands at four feet eleven inches and sports a short, close-cropped salt and pepper haircut. Her skin is darker than most other Japanese Americans, a reminder of her upbringing on a small farm...
I’ve always been a school gypsy. For those of you who are unaware of this subspecies, I will explain. A school gypsy is one of those odd people whose lives seems to consist of change, who have itchy...