Don’t Count Hurricane Ana Out Yet.

The seven words people on Kauai fear the most: The hurricane is going south of Hawaii. When I got off a whale research boat on Friday, my phone pinged and chirped and downloaded a few dozen emails in an effort to sync itself with my land-based world: News about a hospitalized uncle, a pregnant friend who…

An Afternoon of Monk Seal—and People—Watching

By the time I get to the remote end of a North Shore beach where two Hawaiian monk seals are hauled out, there are already three naked people under the heliotrope tree where I usually sit. But they’re nice, offer me a piece of their Peruvian fruit, yacón, and report the seals galumphed onto the…

Seasons and Writing and Birds Come and Go.

I was in search of a story today, so I went on a walk. Since you cannot lace up your athletic shoes at my house without this one giving you the eye, I happily said, “Wanna go for a ride,” and Lulu darted out the door. We headed for the coastal path on Kauai’s East…

10 Tips for Your Hurricane Preparedness Kit*

The word, “kit,” of course, is a misnomer. You’ll need a garage to store all this stuff. That aside, next time there’s a hurricane warning, remember to: Put all essential documents like passports, marriage certificates, birth certificates, driver’s licenses, and credit cards in Ziploc plastic bags. Go ahead and double bag them. And don’t chintz…

Awaiting #Iselle.

I’m sitting under the umbrella canopy of a heliotrope tree. Usually, there are bees bouncing from blossom to blossom in these trees, just enough to stop me from sitting this close. But there are no bees today. Either the winds are too strong or they sense the pending storm and are already hunkering down. Hunkering…

A vegan walks into KFC: Saving an endangered species.

So, there I was standing in Kentucky Fried Chicken, staring at the bright menu board as if it were written in Japanese kanji characters. Sadly, I am not bi-lingual. Not carnivorous, either. It was late afternoon, before the dinner crowd. All I could think about was how I would reek of the scent of fried…