Long before surfboards ruled the waves and tourists flooded Kalākaua Avenue in aloha shirts, the name “Waikīkī” was already being crooned on phonographs thousands of miles from Oʻahu. One surprising reason? A sentimental love song from 1916 titled “My Rose of Waikiki.”
Not From Hawai‘i—But Captivated by ItThe song was written by New York-based composer Henry Kailimai, one of the...
Ask anyone who lives in Hawai‘i and they’ll tell you: when mango season hits, your life changes.
It usually starts with one uncle bringing a box to the office or...
There’s a special kind of data you don’t need a spreadsheet to see — the kind that lives on sidewalks, at crosswalks, and in passing cars. Thirty words in,...
If you ever wanted a haunted hike that also smells like overripe fruit and victory, boy do we have the trail for you.It’s got moss-covered pavement, occasional chickens, and...
There’s something comforting — and honestly, kind of genius — about the way Hawaiʻi folks talk story. Not just the stories themselves, but the way we say things. Ever...
