by Steph Traina One We call it Parking Wars. The YMCA and its adjacent overflow lot fill up by 5:30 p.m. on weeknights. By 6:00 p.m., cars spill into the intersections, signals blinking and tail lights flashing. Dodge Caravans nearly t-bone Kia Sorentos in competition for the last spots. Hyundai Elantras and Ford F-150s park …
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by Norie Suzuki In 1966, vacant lots remained on the hillside of Yamate, like puddles formed after an abrupt midsummer shower. Stylish one-bedroom apartments and two-story houses with shiny Tuscan red roof tiles popped up in the new subdivision that flourished alongside the neighbouring U.S. military base, the largest in the vicinity of Tokyo. Across …
Your house is on fire and your children all gone —Mother Goose We were alone the first time the house caught fire. I round the corner to flames rolling up the cabinets, across the ceiling—the kitchen a sheet of shimmering heat. Linda whisks by, scattering chairs, emerges with the birdcage. Sisters pour …