Dad

My Father In A Facebook Age

Oh, I think he’d be all over Facebook. Even if he died before e-mail, before cell phones, before desktops or laptops, before dot-coms, before the Web had a capital letter. Our olive green rotary phone still had a bell. [...]

My own private MFA: the final project proposal

I’m writing a memoir. It’s a memoir about the aftermath of two—no, three—major events which have affected my life. The first event is my father’s death. He died when I was 10 years old. The second event is the Japanese American incarceration of World War II, which affected my father’s life and continues to affect my own. The third event, the one that made me turn to writing this project at all, is the loss of my job and my return to the writing life. [...]