Grandmother

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My grandmother passed away in June 2011, a few months after the Tohoku earthquake. She was 98 years old, but she had stopped living much earlier. When I went home […]

Essay 2 – Jizo

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The second time I asked my grandmother what I should write about, she suggested the “Jizo” of our community. Jizo, in general, is the statue of Bodhisattva. They are less […]

Essay 1 – bath furnace

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Among a handful of good things that happened during three years with Miss Kawano was that she made us write a short essay every day. Most of the time, we […]

Milk

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What my stomach couldn’t take was milk. Milk was served with school lunch in post-war Japan, as it was considered to provide the same nutrition that made Americans tall and […]

School lunch and Africa

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Miss Kawano remained as our teacher for three years. I was unhappy, and the stress and the damaged gut caused an eating disorder. We had a school lunch system that […]

Miss Kawano

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My teacher at the 1st-grade was Miss Kawano. She was about a few years to her retirement, had no family, and lived alone. She was short with a round face […]

Hometown

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I was born in 1977, four years after my sister and two years after the miscarried sibling. The town I grew up in had long been a farming town. But […]

Conjugal protocol

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My sister once said to me upsettingly, “You despise the marriage system,” when I showed indifference to her upcoming matrimony. She was wrong. I scorned “people” who blindly pursued conjugal […]

Stigma

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In 2003, a book of an essay was released and became a best-seller – “Makeinu no toboe,” written by Junko Sakai*. The literal translation is “a howling of a defeated […]

Sister – rage against sister

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I went home for Christmas in 2015. By then, I had been living overseas for ten years. On Christmas morning, my sister and two nieces (9 and 7 years old), […]