Short Memoir

The trade winds had quieted that evening, leaving the sea a sheet of glass below our lanai. Light fell softly over Lahaina, and the air, still warm from the afternoon…

The Road to Hana doesn’t begin at the first curve. It begins in the stillness before: before the engine turns over, before the sun climbs out of the ocean, before…

Mist clings to the hills as the road curves upward into Makawao, where pastureland meets cloud line and the air cools to a gentle hush. Here, on the slopes of…

The itinerary for the day was supposed to include a helicopter ride.That morning, the sky had other plans. Rain clouds gathered over the West Maui Mountains, their peaks veiled in…

By the time the sky bruised with dawn, I’d already washed and dried my hair, gathered my gear, and stepped onto the dock with purpose. It was 4:30AM in the…

Wailea Golf Club, in the morning light, unfolds like a promise: fairways etched between lava rock and hibiscus, a quiet choreography of palm shadows and sea breeze. It’s the kind…

I hadn’t planned to work. That was the whole point. Business meetings, yes, those came with the territory. But those were always face-to-face, always with the quiet luxury of presence….

The moment the girl stepped off the plane in Maui, the island’s vivid wildness enveloped her. The warm, fragrant air welcomed her into the lush, living embrace of the Valley…

I didn’t come to Maui with a checklist. Just a quiet hope for something I couldn’t quite name. That, it turns out, was exactly the right way to receive the…

We left the harbor at dawn, the sea flat and glassy under the growing light. There was something ceremonial in the way we cast off—quiet, steady, a nod to the…