Hi, I'm KiKi. Born in Tokyo, raised in Los Angeles, I moved back to Japan in my twenties, and now live in New York City. This blog is about finding and telling stories in: Writing, Yoga, Performances, Art, Japan, and of course, New York City. Thank you for being here!
Category Archives: Japan
The Vegan Mandala Art Story – Part 2
This post is Part 2 of a series I began writing on Christmas Eve. If you feel so inclined, please hop over to “This Christmas Story – Part 1” for a little back story. (For those of you who read
The Vegan Mandala Art Story – Part 2
This post is Part 2 of a series I began writing on Christmas Eve. If you feel so inclined, please hop over to “This Christmas Story – Part 1” for a little back story. (For those of you who read
This Christmas Story – Part I
There was a boy who grew up in a difficult home. As far back as he can remember, violence filled his environment, a prestigious house three doors from the historic Kiyomizu-dera (Temple) in Kyoto, the most revered temple in all
This Christmas Story – Part I
There was a boy who grew up in a difficult home. As far back as he can remember, violence filled his environment, a prestigious house three doors from the historic Kiyomizu-dera (Temple) in Kyoto, the most revered temple in all
The Girl Effect Near You
A girl stands in the middle of the stage. The spotlight beams upon her. The world around her fades into darkness, all eyes focus on her. What will she do? What will she say? What’s her message? Who is she?
The Girl Effect Near You
A girl stands in the middle of the stage. The spotlight beams upon her. The world around her fades into darkness, all eyes focus on her. What will she do? What will she say? What’s her message? Who is she?
Day 85 – Excruciating Shyness
(This post was scheduled to go up yesterday…it was written and ready to go. Wonder what happened. Well, here we go!) I’m excruciatingly shy. Unless you find me as words written across the screen or notebook, in which I come
Day 85 – Excruciating Shyness
(This post was scheduled to go up yesterday…it was written and ready to go. Wonder what happened. Well, here we go!) I’m excruciatingly shy. Unless you find me as words written across the screen or notebook, in which I come
Why Is Being Outspoken In Japan So Difficult?
Being outspoken in Japan is difficult. Let me rephrase that: being outspoken and loved is difficult in Japan. The people are quick to cast you as “non-elegant” if you get too opinionated, and society teaches us (indirectly, of course) to
Why Is Being Outspoken In Japan So Difficult?
Being outspoken in Japan is difficult. Let me rephrase that: being outspoken and loved is difficult in Japan. The people are quick to cast you as “non-elegant” if you get too opinionated, and society teaches us (indirectly, of course) to
A Full and Passionate Life, Unrevealed.
She broke another dish. It’s the third dish she’s broken, but we don’t say anything. She is my Grandmother, and I never knew her well. We moved away from Japan when I was four years old, and she was not
A Full and Passionate Life, Unrevealed.
She broke another dish. It’s the third dish she’s broken, but we don’t say anything. She is my Grandmother, and I never knew her well. We moved away from Japan when I was four years old, and she was not
A Professional In His Art
Let me start with my day. Not because I think you care what kind of sandwich I had for lunch, but because my day is a good indication of how I feel right now, which is a good indication of
A Professional In His Art
Let me start with my day. Not because I think you care what kind of sandwich I had for lunch, but because my day is a good indication of how I feel right now, which is a good indication of
Building Bridges
As a child growing up in Los Angeles, it was always such a burden being caught between two cultures. Moody, dramatic child that I was, it was seriously, such a burden. Twice the school (“regular school” and “Japanese school”), twice
Building Bridges
As a child growing up in Los Angeles, it was always such a burden being caught between two cultures. Moody, dramatic child that I was, it was seriously, such a burden. Twice the school (“regular school” and “Japanese school”), twice
The Other Side
It’s dark and cold. Pitch black, in fact, and snowing outside. Everyone is huddled in the school gym on wooden floors, hungry and thirsty, trying to sleep through the night. Many cry silently, shocked, frightened, and the gymnasium trembles every
The Other Side
It’s dark and cold. Pitch black, in fact, and snowing outside. Everyone is huddled in the school gym on wooden floors, hungry and thirsty, trying to sleep through the night. Many cry silently, shocked, frightened, and the gymnasium trembles every
After the Earthquake
I started this blog for one reason, and that was to share. Share what I’ve heard, share what I’ve learned, share the stories that break the heart (but not the soul), happening now in places far away from where we
After the Earthquake
I started this blog for one reason, and that was to share. Share what I’ve heard, share what I’ve learned, share the stories that break the heart (but not the soul), happening now in places far away from where we
