Rebecca J. Carlson

For the last six months, moving has consumed my life. From the end of last March when I tore up the ruined vinyl in the guest bathroom, to l...

When we got to Hawaii we learned from our neighbors that particle board doesn't last here. If you don't want it to warp and fall apa...

I saw the poster for Te Manahua in the window of the local ice cream parlor. A Maori Cultural Arts Competition? Right here at the Polynesian...

I learned this trick three years ago at the Dole Plantation, but when I tried it in Nevada the pineapple died. It missed Hawaii too much, I ...

1. Tile floors. I never want carpet again. 2. I can walk to the grocery store. I've always wanted to live somewhere where I could walk...

Before we moved to Hawaii, before I knew anything about where we'd  be living, I told my husband I wanted a writing room. I needed my ow...

Seventeen days ago, I moved to Hawaii. It struck me yesterday, when I first held my Hawaii Driver's License in my hand, that I'm no...