About
Not a tornado. 'Ai La'au on a Sunday morning. Photo taken on my way home from church service.
In between raising chickens and roses on my one acre plot in Hawaiian Paradise Park, Kea'au, Moku o Keawe, I write plays. The plays are heavily influenced by the environment I was raised in and live in. I am from the country and love the smell of ripe guava, chicken crap, and roadkill pigs; cocks crowing in the morning, neighbors leaf-blowing cut-grass off a dirt driveway at 7 on a Sunday morning, and helicopters flying overhead. Every dawn is a blessing and every fire ant bite a reminder there is still evil in this world.
Not dawn, but 'Ai La'au at dusk. Photo taken from my backyard.
