Mauians and longtime visitors may recall sleepier versions of the Kahului airport.
People once called E.K. Fernandez the Barnum of the Pacific, but he was beyond compare, a Hawaiian original.
Jack Hagarty recently spent three days as an extra on Adam Sandler’s new romantic comedy Just Go with It, filmed in part on the beach at the Maui Grand Wailea Resort, and also starring Nicole Kidman and Jennifer Aniston.
Tales of treks through Haleakala Crater.
In big-city academic circles, this school is called “recycled,” “commodified” or “found object” art. Here on Maui, it’s usually just a case of somebody with too many old surfboards.
Hawaiian winters show themselves in big surf and salty windshields. Look out!
Held at the Lahaina Civic Center gym the week of Thanksgiving, the Maui Invitational has become the preseason showcase for top college basketball teams in the nation.
Feflections on Father Damien's sainthood.
Few know the role that the Orange Julius franchise played in Hawaii's admission to statehood.
A nanny never knows whether she’ll spend her time coddling a cranky baby, playing Fish with a four-year-old, or reading a novel on an ocean-view terrace while her charge takes a nap.
Find our how the writer's brown Nissan ended up with blue doors, blue hood, blue hatch and blue gas-cap cover.
One writer recounts the humorous scenario experienced by two tourists—in the lobby of Kaanapali Beach Hotel—while visiting during Makahiki Season.
As Maui moves into the twenty-first century, the unassuming nicknames of the past will likely evolve to suit our more frenetic and capitalistic times.
Right now it’s spring on Maui. Hold onto your hats!
How huli huli chicken and Ted’s Bakery pies helped me cross Ka‘iwi Channel.
A Hopeless Santa Claus...
I was jostled awake by what I at first thought was a herd of Upcountry cattle rampaging through my living quarters.
Too, too Tutu.
On Sunday morning last, I woke to find a breakfast tray on my bedside table with Giles nowhere in sight. It was most peculiar...
I’d been struggling with my column for hours, and had only managed to toss off a few brilliant bon mots when without so much as a flicker of warning the power went out.
Little did I know, ensconced as I was in the frenetic pace of life, that I had misplaced one crucial item: myself.