(Note: This blog post was first published in October of 2019. My update is at the end.)

When I was a kid, my family lived in Japan and later, on the Japanese island of Okinawa where my Army dad was stationed.

While living in Japan, when my brother, sister and I were little, we were exposed to Japanese language, songs and a few customs from the loving Japanese woman who babysat us occasionally. We called her Nonny. Later, living on Okinawa, we were taught Japanese culture at school. I can stil...