Thank You, Uncle Ken, And The 442nd Regimental Combat Team

Finding My Japanese American Heroes I was nine years old when Hideo Nomo joined the Los Angeles Dodgers. He was the first public figure that I ever felt like I could own as a Japanese American. He wasn’t a nerd, he was a jock. He was someone I wanted to be associated with. He gave…

A Son Never Forgets: 13 Lessons From My Last Conversation With Dad

(Reposted from 2010, Age 24) “In the fall of 2003, during football season of my senior year of high school, my dad began to notice a pain in his back. After going in for a scan that revealed a tumor, we discovered that the tumor was cancerous. This news came the day before Thanksgiving, 2003….