Editorial
While the Vancouver Nikkei community can sometimes be fractious and is not always the model of cooperation, the fact is, we are a small but powerful community bound together by a common history. Like in any family, competing interests and…
a journal of japanese canadian community, history + culture
a journal of japanese canadian community, history + culture
by John Endo Greenaway
While the Vancouver Nikkei community can sometimes be fractious and is not always the model of cooperation, the fact is, we are a small but powerful community bound together by a common history. Like in any family, competing interests and…
Living in a house with three women (no, I’m not a polygamist, two of them are my daughters—you’ve been watching too much reality TV), I have long had ambivalent feelings regarding my gender and our relationship to clothes. On the…
One of my most prized possessions is an old wooden box. It’s about the size of a shoebox that a pair of size 16 shoes might come in. It’s got a hinged lid with an old-fashioned handle bolted to it,…
A few weeks back I was driving my daughter Kaya to school. Normally she takes the school bus, but given that it was her birthday and that she would also be graduating from middle school that same night, I drove…
I was nine years old when I first became aware of “identity” as a concept. I remember the circumstances to this day. I was in bed one night while my parents stayed up, playing some records on the Heathkit hi-fi…
I never met Lois Hashimoto, but was saddened to hear of her passing on January 8th in Laval, Québec. Lois was a regular contributor to the letters-to-the-editor section over the years, firing off an e-mail whenever she was offended by…