In Hawaii, family showed itself in the way that my siblings never dared to call one another “half” anything. We were fully brothers and sisters. Family appeared in the pile of rubber slippers and sandals...

The crux of our conflict lay in the fact that we each couldn’t be who we wanted the other to be.

Rationalizing him and the glass pipe, Dad smoked crack, but he was not a crackhead; it was just something he did. To do something didn’t define you, I thought.I saw Dad through a dusty lens...