I was born with a white man’s name. When I looked in the mirror, I never found a white person, nor a man. A mystifying misery of disconnection between what I saw in the mirror and what I felt like inside left me feeling very lonely. All I wanted to do was fit in and not have to contend with these feelings of alienation.
Blessing in Disguise – What was a blessing for Japanese Canadians? Review of a New Book: Honouring Our People – Breaking the Silence by...
How you identify culturally is almost an internal dialogue with yourself. But an eye-opener for me while making All Our Father’s Relations was how...
by Judy Hanazawa, with written contributions from Esther and Wendy Matsubuchi, Paul and Bev Sunohara The matter of the cherry tree at St. Martin’s...
Vancouver, BC: Japanese Canadian community organizations and individuals have joined together and launched a Facebook page, JC Sites BC, in response to a provincial...
by Eiji Okawa and Landscapes of Injustice Research Collective The Wealth of My Home (Wagaya no tomi) My house is merely ten-tsubo (approx. 300...
Most careers involve working your way up from some starting point – in Richard Kanazawa’s case it was starting behind the wheel of a...
The Japanese Husband Headquarters is a not-so-secret society founded by Yoshinori Tanaka in 2007 as a social club. The Bulletin talked to Yoshinori while...
Behind the bar at the Odd Society on Powell Street, Mia Glanz wields a pair of cocktail shakers like oversized maracas, the ice creating...
Visitors to the second floor of the Nikkei Centre in Burnaby will be familiar with a sculpture hanging over an opening in the floor....
This growing season, the Tonari Gumi Garden Club presented not one but two workshops on Japanese Herbs. This came about because there was desire...
