{painting by Christine Wu} In the first months of my working as curator of history at the Japanese American National Museum, I was introd...

Ironically, 2011 we were a two snake household, and now we're down to none. 2012 was actually quite splendid- I dubbed it "My ye...

I've decided to mix it up. The calendar, I mean. Following wasabipress tradition, I have been meditating on the upcoming zodiac a...

In July 1932, on the occasion of the Los Angeles Olympic Games, the Kashu Mainichi ran an article welcoming the Japanese athletes, writt...

It is no great surprise that Eric Saijo's home is surrounded by a profusion of California native plants —ceanothus, manzanita, redbu...

When the phone rang unexpectedly early one morning in 2009, I couldn't believe it, but it was Albert Saijo on the line, calling me f...

When we first chug-chugged over the Tehachapi mountains on the I-5 and into Los Angeles that wintery day in 2010, I full expected to find th...

This is a Sufi tale that has been reincarnated in many tongues, with variations in its size and color and ornamentation, but in essence ...

I moved to Los Angeles several years ago (it will be a full three come February) after twenty-three years of growing-up, girly yet grit...

“Weddings are the most superstitious of holidays. And the cake? Well it’s like any marriage, right? I won’t say the cake is human, but the c...