“This was just amazing.” Morgan Taketa says after wiping his lips with a cloth napkin that was hand-sewn by my best friend, Risa. He still ...
Deep’s Butcher Shop in East Harlem is nothing like the ones I’ve seen in other parts of New York City. Yes, there’s ...
My feet are swollen and sore, and it’s all because of pork belly. In Japan we had a special distributor which brought our okonomiyaki ...
A-ra, I think, struggling to turn off the hot water shower faucet. My uncle. The last person in the whole wide world that I want ...
Little Tokyo, 1989
One night, Mario Martinez, a struggling musician from Boyle Heights, was sitting in a booth at the Atomic Café in Little Tokyo ...
He strolled leisurely through the Japanese Village Plaza, squinting slightly in the light of a five-till-noon sun. Gone were the hustle and bustle of the ...
In the last edition of The Rafu Shimpo newspaper it was written, “Kazuki Tsukuyomi, the Last Master of Go, lived just long enough to witness ...
“I guess we are throwaway girls,” Risa says, helping me to unpack one of my boxes. I do not know why it is taking her ...
A Japanese schoolgirl with an older sister who goes missing. A Japanese Canadian classmate who is willing to help the first girl with her search ...
“Okay, the grace period is over.”
Sachi looked up from her Candy Crush game on her phone. “Huh?”
Her BFF Leslie placed a forlorn hardboiled ...
World War II
Death of an Origamist
the nihongo papers
nikkei in japan
As You Like It
japanese village plaza
en ja es pt
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