Reflexiones de un yonsei...

Vicky Murakami-Tsuda es la Gerente de Producción de Comunicaciones del Museo Nacional Japonés Americano. Vicky es una yonsei “autoproclamada” de California del Sur que proviene de una gran familia extendida y que le encanta trabajar en el Museo Nacional Japonés Americano (especialmente Descubra a los Nikkei), disfrutar la buena comida, pasar tiempo con la familia, jugar en Facebook y leer. Cuando tenía más tiempo y energía, solía ser una artista que exploraba la cultura e historia japonesa-estadounidense a través de su arte. Esta columna incluye diversas reflexiones sobre su vida y el mundo alrededor de ella.

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on the Olympics

The Vancouver Olympics have come and gone. Every two years, our global attention and hearts are captured by athletes who compete for their nations.

I love watching the Olympics. It’s not just about who ends up on the podium and medal counts. It’s the spirit of the Olympics—the fanfare, the personal stories of the athletes, and the opportunities to learn about different countries and cultures.

Although I can often be cynical and sarcastic, at heart, I am an optimist and a perfectionist who is easily amused and entertained, loves happy endings, and especially cheering on underdogs and ...

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on Embracing Traditions

The holidays are here! This year, at a time when we usually think about customs passed along through generations, I’ve been finding myself contemplating changing traditions. It’s hard to let go of what’s been ingrained as tradition year after year, especially when you enjoy it so much. Over the past few months though, I’ve been noticing an embracing of different cultures as part of our celebrations, a shift to a more multicultural holiday season.

Growing up, the holidays meant food and family. Every Thanksgiving was spent with the Omoto side of the family. It’s always ...

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on Mixed Holidays

Growing up, every year on the evening of March 16th, I would always make sure to wear something green to sleep. This was a self-preservation measure. If I didn’t—the moment I woke up—I would be mercilessly pinched by my mother, gleefully observing the St. Patrick’s Day tradition.

I remember one year, my father, who is a gardener, came home from work wearing his usual work clothes. My mother was ready to pounce on him, but then he smiled broadly and pointed to the green leaf pinned to his shirt. My mother was disappointed, but we all ...

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on Memories of My First Visit to Hawai‘i

Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. Set aside for acknowledging the loves and relationships in our lives, it’s a day celebrated for exchanging obvious gifts like chocolates, flowers, or other so-called romantic gifts.

This Valentine’s Day though, I will be spending the day at the Japanese American National Museum with my husband celebrating the quiet strength and subtlety of everyday lives and love. Gokurosama: Contemporary Photographs of Nisei in Hawai‘i, featuring black and white photos by Brian Y. Sato, opens to the public with a special tour and public program. As with many of the Museum’s and ...

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on Emerging from Hibernation

I was awakened from a dream this morning by a phone call. In my dream I had deeply gouged my hand, but it wasn’t bleeding. I was calmly, yet urgently, getting gauze and tape from a medicine supply cabinet when I was jarred from slumber.

Sometimes, I occasionally have very involved and detailed dreams. These stress-induced dreams tend to have recurring plotlines and even similar settings. I haven’t had them in a while, but I’ve had dreams in which I’m being chased. I’m alone and running through backyards and crouching behind trees and bushes. Suddenly ...

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