About Kristin

As a native California girl, I’ve lived in the golden state almost all my life. I grew up in Los Angeles where I was raised by my Japanese Mom and my Japanese-American Dad (by way of Hawaii). I grew up in a community of Japanese-Americans from Hawaii. My siblings and I had more “aunties” and “uncles” than we could count, most of them related to us by kinship. We grew up attending huge community gatherings like picnics and potlucks with the most amazing combination of Japanese, Hawaiian, and American food.

Thousands of miles away, my Mom’s family lived in Yokohama, Japan, where I spent summers with my Aunt from the age of nine. Some of my most vivid and happy childhood memories came from those trips; like the time my Aunt handed me a sea urchin at the local fish market, still wriggling in my hands. To this day, that spoonful of fresh uni is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten; that memory, a treasure. 

Like many teenagers, I was painfully uncomfortable in my own skin, especially around my identity: I didn’t feel Japanese or American enough. And so I did everything I could to “blend in.” When my Mom packed me a beautiful bento box, I was teased mercilessly for “eating worms” (pickled seaweed).


As I got older, I stopped going to Japan, to focus full-time on proving my Americanness


It turns out, that’s part of the legacy of being Japanese-American. Not so long ago, that same loving community of aunties and uncles were rounded up and forcibly placed into prison camps during World War II, simply for being Japanese-American. It’s no wonder that the greater community, myself included, desperately wanted to fit in, to prove how American we could be. And while “fitting in” is necessary for survival in many communities, it also means that so much gets lost over a few short generations. By the time I was old enough to start asking questions about my heritage, my grandparents were gone, and the precious Buddhist family tree outlining my family’s lineage, discarded. 

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Eventually, I decided I needed to live in Japan to immerse myself in my heritage. So I moved to Japan to teach English for two years. It was in Japan that I learned to cook Japanese food and began cooking my way back home. I was sometimes jarred out of my idyllic Japanese countryside life when I was scolded by some in my community for not knowing my mother tongue. While my fair-skinned, golden-haired friends were treated like celebrities, when I opened my mouth to speak Japanese, I was occasionally asked if I was mentally disabled. I felt so hurt and confused, as if I didn’t belong in my country of heritage either. Two years later, as I flew back from Japan to Los Angeles, I sobbed through the entire nine hour flight. I belonged nowhere.



Coming Home

After nine unemployed months of living with my parents, reeling from reverse culture shock and depression, I was offered a job working in food and wine public relations in San Francisco. I packed my bags and headed up north. (Let me level with you: There was a boy in San Francisco). But as the typical story goes, within a few months of moving for him and that job, the relationship dissolved. I promised myself that I’d stick it out for at least a year in San Francisco, with every intention of eventually moving back to Los Angeles. Life moved on as usual. 

Then one morning, while walking to my bus stop to go to work, I met a handsome man with the kindest eyes and a smile that could melt a heart of steel. He lived in my neighborhood and like clockwork each morning, our pedestrian commuter paths would cross. Eventually, Bryan and I began dating. 

And while that was an exciting turn of events in my life, I couldn’t seem to find a career that fit me. Though my days were spent dining in Michelin-starred restaurants and sipping on some of the world’s best wine, I found myself dreading the incessant pitching of my clients to media and late night events schmoozing. Bryan, a mechanical engineer with a passion for social psychology, gently encouraged me to do some self-exploration. I discovered that I’m highly creative and deeply introverted.


No wonder I hated the constant schmoozing! I just wanted to be in my happy place, my sanctuary. Home.


Eventually, I decided to become a residential interior designer. I loved the idea of working with my hands, creating sanctuaries for other people. I went back to design school and got a job working for an up-and-coming designer in San Francisco. I was afforded opportunities to work in some of the most opulent homes in the Bay Area and yet, my intuition still told me it wasn’t quite right. Interior design was just one piece of a bigger puzzle.

Another major part of this story was the joining of two souls: Years after I moved into his apartment, Bryan would ask me to marry him on the same street corner where we met. We naturally discussed what spending our lives together looked like. He happened to be Jewish, and we began taking Introduction to Judaism classes together at a local synagogue. As I learned more, I realized how much I had been missing spirituality in my life. I was in awe of Judaism’s age-old traditions that seemed so well-preserved.


For the first time in my life, I felt connected to my spirituality while also feeling like I belonged.


To Bryan and his very secular family’s surprise, I decided to convert. In the process I learned two very unexpected things: How to be a leader in our community, a word I would have never used to describe myself and secondly, a stronger desire than ever to connect back to my Japanese heritage.



Finding Purpose

While I was transitioning between careers and into married life, I began seeing a coach. Through many sessions together, she helped me uncover my ethos in life: To raise Japanese-American and Jewish innovators. For a while, I thought that meant becoming a mother (let me be clear that for many that is more than enough- we need more amazing mothers in this world!) But for my own life’s calling, I realized that this meant channelling all that I’ve learned and experienced and crafted into a new way of living that allows people to become innovators and leaders of their own heritage, on their own terms. Woven into this is a heightened awareness that as women (if you happen to be one too), there is added pressure to fit into whatever roles were traditionally meant for you; sometimes they are the product of patriarchal structures, sometimes they are liberating. I take all of this into deep consideration when thinking about innovating tradition- just because it’s age-old or written in stone, so-to-speak, doesn’t mean we stick with dogmatic practices that are out of line with our modern values.

I’ve hosted events around racial justice, remembrance for Japanese-American incarceration, historic tours of San Francisco’s Japantown and created Jewish and Japanese recipes for InterfaithFamily. People who are Jewish and (insert heritage here) or Japanese and (insert heritage here) have told me that I’ve inspired them to combine their own traditions. People who used to commiserate with me about feeling like never they belonged while they were growing up are now putting together pieces of their heritage, long after so much of it has been lost. In hindsight, I realize that all my life I’ve been on a search for deeper connection to my heritage, especially to the spiritual practices that would hold me during times of healing. 


That’s why Nourish exists: to share what I’ve learned on my journey with you. Because you belong - you’ve always belonged.


I want to help you create an inclusive community and deeply meaningful rituals to guide you through life, even if they may not look “traditional” to the people who came before us. Across cultures, there are so many meaningful and healing rituals to mark the cycles of the year and the cycles of life. I want to help you find beautiful, heirloom-quality ritual objects with which to adorn your own sanctuary and to pass down to your future generations. I also hope that my easy-to-prepare recipes serve as inspiration to you, to play with the flavors of your heritages and create new family dishes. And finally, I hope the tools I create through Nourish will help you feel more connected to yourself, to your families, and to all the generations before and after you.


I believe wholeheartedly that when people have a sense of belonging, feel nourished and connected to their families and communities, the world is an infinitely better place.