
Snow Flurries, by Kamisaka Sekka
It’s January so you might think the title of this post is about snow, but it’s not. It’s a word that best describes the reading that I have been doing this month…a flurry of reading. It started with the last book I read in 2025, The Color of Air, by Gail Tsukiyama. That’s an historical fiction story of the Japanese and Korean sugar plantation workers near Hilo, Hawaii, and is set in 1935, when Mauna Loa erupted and threatened the water supply to Hilo and the surrounding area. It is quite a fascinating story, and one that has special meaning for me because my mother-in-law was 13 years old at the time and living (and working) on a sugar cane plantation south of Hilo. How I wish I could ask her about it! Click here to read a post I wrote about that part of my husband’s family history.
My parents-in-law met and fell in love in Hawaii. My father-in-law was retired from the Navy after 6 years of service and then a civilian worker at the Naval Air Station in Pearl Harbor. We were told that they watched the bombing of Pearl Harbor from the hillside that December morning. They wouldn’t ever talk about it, but among their belongings after they had both passed away, we found a framed shadow box with a twisted piece of metal in it collected quietly after the attack.
The Color of Air, and the family memories it triggered, started my flurry of reading about the Japanese American experience in Hawaii and on the west coast of the United States before, during and in the aftermath of World War II. Those are the stories that shaped my husband’s family, and our own family.
Because they lived in Hawaii during the war, my in-laws were not incarcerated in the Japanese American internment camps. But had they already moved to the mainland, to the west coast, they would have been relocated.
So my flurry of reading is a very personal search for understanding of what happened in the history of my family, and in the history of this country. This is not an easy subject to immerse oneself in, but I feel it is extremely relevant to what is happening in the US today, and should be studied and talked about more because history is repeating itself.
Some of the books on this list have been banned in the US. Some are books written for children. some are graphic novels, some are poetry. Each one is a powerful telling of that shameful part of our history. And the history of that horrific experience is brilliantly told in Rachel Maddow’s podcast, Burn Order. I highly recommend listening to that podcast.
Links to my flurry of reading and listening:
Burn Order, podcast by Rachel Maddow
- The Color of Air, by Gail Tsukiyama
- Enemy Child: The Story of Norman Mineta, a Boy Imprisoned in a Japanese American Internment Camp During World War II, by Andrea Warren
- More American, poetry by Sharon Hashimoto
- Shapes, Lines, and Light: My Grandfather’s American Journey, by Katie Yamasaki
- Baseball Saved Us, by Ken Mochizuki
- They Called Us Enemy, by George Takei
Currently reading, or waiting to start:
- We Hereby Refuse: Japanese American Resistance to Wartime Incarceration, by Frank Abe and , with illustrations by Matt Sasaki
- Farewell to Manzanar, by by Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston and James D. Houston
- Facing the Mountain: A True Story of Japanese American Heroes in World War II, by Daniel James Brown
- Journey to Topaz, by Yoshiko Uchida



I also enjoyed some traveling in 2025. There were two extended stay trips to Seaside, Oregon. One Seaside week was spent with friends who came to spend time together at the beach. Weather was wonderful, but shortly after we arrived, there was a Tsunami warning, which stayed in effect for a couple of days, and unfortunately kept us from spending much time on the beach! Oh well.
In early September I visited my friends in Cedar City, Utah, to see a performance of 
In the early fall, I discovered that that painting was on exhibit at the Art Institute of Chicago, as part of a wonderful traveling exhibition of artist Gustave Caillebotte’s work. I toyed with the idea of traveling to Chicago to see it, and asked my daughter if she would go with me. She wasn’t able to do that, so I gathered all my courage and decided I would put together a solo trip. Not my first time traveling alone, but the first time I would traveling without going to spend time with my people! I planned this trip very carefully (loved the planning part!), and every bit of it was especially meaningful. Lots of time to spend at the Art Institute, an afternoon on the Architectural River Tour to celebrate Byron’s love of architecture, and plenty of walking and exploring Chicago time. This trip was truly a celebration of Byron, and a wonderful experience for me.











I started reading this book on January 1st as part of an unusual reading challenge created by 



