Archive for August, 2014

Hula calendar seeks public entries

August 29th, 2014

In celebration of working with hula kahiko for 35 years, acclaimed Oahu photographer Kim Taylor Reece is offering the chance to win a photo shoot and to be in his 2015 calendar. It's his first contest of this type.


"I look for passion, energy, inner beauty, and an emotional connection with the camera," explained Reece. "You don't need to be a dancer, necessarily. We shoot portraits, too."

Reece & me

Reece & me

Women 18 years and older can send in a head shot for this kahiko wahine calendar. One winner - or possibly more- will be selected, whom Reece will shoot for the calendar. Reece says the photo shoot value is $5000.

Kim Taylor Reece holds his calendar

Kim Taylor Reece holds his calendar

Send your photo to by September 5!

I miss my mother

August 27th, 2014

Life has its ups and downs. I used to navigate it with the help of my mother. I cannot anymore because she has Alzheimer's disease.

Today is my birthday. She doesn't know that. She doesn't know her own age or birth date anymore.

I went to visit her at the care home and decided to just tell her what I've been enduring. Short form, of course, but I wanted to share. I want to think some part of her understood.

We sat down as we usually do and, instead of making small talk because I know she can't really converse, I monologued my problems.

At the end, I looked for comprehension. Nothing.

I continued in vain, "I miss you. I miss when you were well. I miss talking to you."


I went on. "Sometimes I have conversations in my head with you and imagine what you would say to me. I need you."


"What do I do, Mom?" I asked.


"You don't know, huh?" I said sadly.

"No," she replied.

She has never been a great advice-giver but I have always liked knowing she was in my corner. "That's OK," I said. "Just tell me you love me."

"I love you. You know that. Of course I love you," she smiled.

And that will have to be enough.

Lesson in democracy

August 25th, 2014

On primary election night, I asked my husband to visit me with our daughter at the candidate's headquarters where I was assigned to report for the night: US Senator Brian Schatz (who ran against Colleen Hanabusa.)

Live interview with Senator & Mrs. Schatz after last printout of the night

Live interview with Senator & Mrs. Schatz after last printout of the night

Besides wanting the luxury of seeing them for a little while on a Saturday night, I thought it might make a nice real-life lesson for our seven-year-old to see democracy in action. If you have never been to a candidate's party on election night, it's pretty interesting. Crowds, noise, excitement.

Mic check as we prep for a live shot.

Mic check as we prep for a live shot.

As a secondary lesson, I thought she might like to see Mommy at work as a reporter. Now that I anchor the morning show she has more chances to see me in the studio, but few opportunities to see me in the field.

My election night team: Adam, me, Lance, Terry.

My election night team: Adam, me, Lance, Terry.

She could witness the magic of television! Most people I meet are curious about how the news is put together. She's lucky she has access to this.


Claus & Olivia

Claus & Olivia

Right idea, wrong timing. The kid came, ate my dinner while I was busy conducting a live shot, and then nagged me to play with my iPhone. In subsequent live shots, she was totally absorbed in Fruit Ninja.

I rolled into my bed around 2 a.m. the next morning so when I saw her the next day, I asked, "Was that interesting? Did you learn a little about democracy?"

"I don't even know what that is," she said.

I was pretty zapped (jet-lagged, if you will, since we morning anchors effectively live in a different time zone), so I decided to skip the politics lesson for this day.

"Did you like seeing how things get on television?" I continued.

"Um. So-so," she said nonchalantly.

"What did you like about last night?" I persisted.

"I liked seeing you," she said.

Aww. Good enough for me!

Clothing swap?

August 22nd, 2014

Claus isn't a cross-dresser. Really. But some recent incidents around the house sure could be taken otherwise if one didn't know.

Firstly, I commandeered one of the his dresser drawers because I had bought too many underthings and needed space. He opened up his boxer pants drawer one day and was greeted by the sight of little frilly things.

For all the funny things that happen in our house, he needs to trademark his hybrid look of confusion + amusement. "Um? Is there something I should know about myself? What kind of surgery did I have, again?"

"I'm borrowing drawer space until I figure out where to put my new lingerie. Thanks," I informed him. He usually just looks at me with a tired acceptance and moves along.

Not my shirt!

Not my shirt!

Secondly, he and I attended a celebration at surfer Carissa Moore's house after she won her second ASP Women's World Tour Champion.  At the party, they handed out t-shirts for men and baby tees for women.

I guess I wear mine more, because one day he wore his and Olivia asked me, "Why is Daddy wearing your shirt?" There is no way he could fit any clothing of mine. He's tried... Just kidding!


I looked up to see what she meant and I realized it was his own manly t-shirt, so I explained to her that we both have the same shirt.

It's incidents like these that I hope she doesn't replay at school for her friends and teachers to wonder what the heck goes on at home!

Lady bag

August 20th, 2014

My husband is hilarious. He was packing for a trip - last minute, as usual: and by that I mean the day of the trip - and was searching for a small carry-on bag.


He came across one that was the right size, but it was mine, and it's very feminine. It's a LaSportsac bag, if that means anything to you. Nothing LeSportsac makes could mildly be construed as unisex.

Since I'm fairly girly, I bought a bag patterned with tiaras, crystal bling, stars, flowers, and lips. I said, "Are you really going to borrow MY bag? You can, but - as a carry on? Really?"

This is what happens when you pack an hour before you have to leave the house, so he took a second, rushed look at it and said, "Yeah. It'll be fine." I think he was hoping that because it's on a background of navy blue, the dark color would mitigate the feminine.


I shrugged. "OK, then."

I drove him to the airport. When he got out and piled the carry on bag atop the suitcase, he looked again and said, "Oh. I guess this is rather ladylike." Then chuckled and left. Yup, too late now.

At least I know he's secure in his masculinity.

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