“Mama says all the mud in Wyoming is outside our
door, and half of it sticks to my boots.”

About J.C.²

     I’m Yonsei, which means I’m fourth generation Japanese American. Though my pen name might leave most mathematicians scratching their heads, I thought it an equation just too cute to pass up. 

      I’m the proud daughter of hakujin, J.C., and grew up in Florida with my two sisters and rescue Pit Bull, who spends most of her day napping and scavenging for who-knows-what in the backyard. Aside from my daytime gig of counting beans, I spend the rest of my time devouring sci-fi books and practicing my newly found devotion to the study of Yoga, which works out when you’re really twisted.

About J.C.

     Like the illusive image on the moon, the story of Finding Moon Rabbit offers only a glimpse of sacrifices a whole generation of American kids made for their country. Though Koko is a fictionalized character, I love her rule-breaking attitude. Growing up, I was afraid to break rules. While in Cudahay, Wisconsin, I was in charge of keeping my four lively brothers and one sister in line. (I guess I might have been like Koko’s bossy sister, Shirley.) I didn’t like watching my brothers, the “Boys,” get punished. I felt bad for failing them, but angry too, because guess what? I got punished at the same time for not watching them better.

      Rules sometimes didn’t seem fair growing up.