Good-for-nothing rascal, where you been the last eight months? And she kissed him with a ferocity that quite belied her words.
This was life, and if some things were kapu, others weren’t; she had to stop regretting the ones that were and start enjoying the ones that were not.
There is beauty in the least beautiful of things.
We make a home for ourselves, every time we work on something: actors, writers, singers, building these little nests in our gypsy souls, in place of the ones we so seldom seem to make in our own lives...
Population of Hawai'i was more than a quarter of a million people; a hundred years later, it had plummeted to fewer than sixty thousand.
And all they could do was sit, sleep, eat, and be reminded day after day, night after night, of their disease and eventual death.
People disappointed; animals never did.
There might be more to the universe than any one religion could explain.
It is enough for me to know that I left something of beauty behind and that it has thrived. I am content.
Kapa cloth,
Legend holds that seesaws became popular with girls because on the upswing they were able to catch a glimpse of the world beyond their cloistered walls.
By now the streets of Kalaupapa were filled with people racing for high ground - sick people cryingTsunami! as nature played yet another mean trick on them, God's last best joke at their expense. It w...
*And to keep her immune system strong she followed Dr. Goodhue's advice to abstain from alcohol, get plenty of fresh air and exercise, and consume a nourishing diet, low in salt. Page 144"Fear is good...
They toured the new hospital, the renovated and expanded McVeigh Home, and the (named without apparent irony) Bay View Home for the Blind and Helpless.
Okāsan,
I've come to believe that how we choose to live with pain, or injustice, or death....is the true measure of the Divine within us.
With wonder and a growing absence of fear she realized, I am more than I was an hour ago.
No cat is bad luck
I’ve come to believe that how we choose to live with pain, or injustice, or death . . . is the true measure of the Divine within us.
It is not just the history of the Hawaiian islands but the significance of the ordinary people whose lives - many quite extraordinary - make up that history.