This past week has been difficult for my Lahaina Town community, 'ohana, and dear friends. I am so grateful that my daughter Brie miraculously escaped with her inhalers and Epipen. No time for anything else. Her harrowing tale of navigating streets with downed power lines and trees, cars jammed together bumper to bumper, and low visibility due to thick black smoke and exploding gas stations gives me nightmares. Finding Joy in Sunlit Moments We flew Brie and our grandson Keoni

There is no timetable for grief. No rules. No typical length of time. You are basically at the mercy of your deepest emotion. That doesn’t mean you cannot just crawl in a hole and wait it out. I have found that with grief, it’s best to face it head-on. Feel the pain. Cry as much as you need. The Beauty of Being Rooted and Free It isn’t easy, nor is it quick. You must do the work. I always warn grievers contrary to the adage about time healing all pain is baloney. You will mis

I don't usually watch regular television. We are streamers. I do like to vege out on YouTube, though, and I ran across the audition of Iam Tongi on American Idol. OMG, this kid from Kahuku, Hawaii, is fantastic. I cried right along with the judges. His dad passed, and he sang Monsters by James Blunt. Lionel Ritchie and Luke Bryan openly cried, and Katy Perry valiantly tried to keep it together, probably because she didn't have the right eye makeup on. Anyway, his voice penet