
My grandmother was dying, my mother told me. Your last chance, she said, this will be your last chance to see her. So I boarded a plane to Japan.
I was born in Kobe, Japan, of a Japanese mother and an American father. I had spent vacations there as a child and had lived throughout my 20s in Tokyo. That city has, over the years, become the focus of much of my nostalgia about my own youth.

