How the Story Ends

We’re both in the Kupuna Program at UH Mānoa. They allow senior citizens to take classes for free. Now that … More

Then

Back when Friday was for crazy, Saturday insanity,Sunday for laying in the dead, steamed like lobsters or clams,there’d come again … More

I see you always, a glass of red wine dangled in your hand before you,reclining luxuriously in an overstuffed chair, … More

Friday morning, Chris sat with Andrew and Allen on the library stairs. Chris thought about Denise, pictured a shimmering, translucent … More

When Chris reached the field, he noticed a large man, maybe Hawaiian-Portuguese, sitting on the bleachers. He had a whistle … More

On his way up to football practice at Farrington that afternoon, Chris looked for Denise, but she wasn’t waiting on … More

On the third morning of the new school year, Chris made it a point to be sitting on the library … More

The next morning Chris came to school early. He’d arranged to meet Andrew and Allen in front of the library. Chris was … More

“Try stop, Chris, try stop,” said Allen, grabbing Chris’s arm. Chris looked at the small hand, then at Allen’s face. … More

A manwho has sweated many timesin his fighting careersays blood is only red sweat But nothing hurts morethan a mentorin … More

Chris Andaya had a stare so cold it might freeze fire. It wasn’t something he put on; it was natural. … More

Don’t pick up the pieces, put them back together,then tell me, Hey, look, it’s as good as new, all right? … More