Beyond the window of my father’s shop, midwinter light skims the snow.
The one thing I had wanted was not to be like my mother.
Now that my eldest sister, Maisha, was twelve, none of us knew how to relate to her anymore.
Later, when memory was all she had to sustain her, she would come to cherish it: Old Honolulu as it was then, as it would never be again.
In the fall of 1995, after resigning from my last academic post, I decides to indulge myself and fulfill a dream.
"Darlings! Welcome! And you must be Danielle?"
In 1972 I was sixteen - young, my father said, to be traveling with him on his diplomatic missions.
Papa explains the war like this: “When the elephants dance, the chickens must be careful.”
For the Desk of:
His Excellency Wen Jiabao
The Premier’s Office
Capital of the Freedom-loving Nation of China
Snowman wakes before dawn.