Pam Chun

When I was a little girl, I’d skip across Nuuanu Stream with my girlfriends in the afternoons and catch minnows and crayfish with bare hands in the cool mountain water. In a time when little girls were expected to be wives and mothers, we’d lie in the sun on the biggest boulders  Read More 

I must have been three. Short fat legs. Chubby arms. But I could pluck each juicy mushroom, the slippery big Shitake mushrooms slick with an oyster sauce gravy, with my chopstick and plop them in my mouth. The true dexterity test of a connoisseur.

As the platters of succulent roast duck, shoyu chicken, bright  Read More 

We Keiki O Ka Aina, children of Hawaii, are taught that everything in nature, the air, water, earth, trees, rocks, plants, and all living things are alive. Because of this, I feel my stories are gifts from nature.

When I am home in the San Francisco Bay area, the wind that whistles through the  Read More