[vc_row row_type="row" use_row_as_full_screen_section="no" type="full_width" angled_section="no" text_align="left" background_image_as_pattern="without_pattern" css_animation=""][vc_column][vc_column_text]In 2009, at the age of 49, one of Daniel’s closest friends, Bruce Kennedy, died suddenly. Bruce and Daniel had met when they...
I think my last post – the one about getting the notification about his Senior Self letter -- made many of you worry about me. I knew this Senior year...
Last week, I received an email from Dragon’s freshman English teacher. “Mrs. Kim,” the email started, “I hope this email finds you well.” It turns out that one of the exercises...
Meet Kimberly. Kimberly is a twelve year old, 7th grader in our Music Program. When she first walked into our classroom in 2016, and we asked the kids to choose their instruments,...
I was asked by Dragon's friend, AJ Magsirili, to speak at his Eagle Scout Ceremony. I was incredibly touched by this gesture, and by the honor of speaking at this...
On Dragon’s first day of school freshman year, when I picked him up, I asked him, as moms everywhere were doing: “How was your first day of school? Did you...
Sunday, March 11, 2018 Several years ago, I saw a piece on the news about a soldier who had had his legs blown off while serving in Iraq. He was in...
I loved touching his cheek. Ever since he was a child, Dragon had smooth, soft skin. When he and Hannah were little kids, I’d hold them close and nuzzle them,...
The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion I loved this one. One morning last month, I was out walking my dogs, as I do many mornings, and I ran into my friends from...
When I started this blog two years ago, my first entry was about pumpkins. You see, our family had a tradition, started when Dragon was just days old, of taking...
Someone once told me, or maybe I read it somewhere, that living with grief is like walking with rocks. Pockets full of impossibly heavy rocks. Little boulders. I pictured myself...
Saturday, Hannah and I joined my parent’s at the Farmer’s Market. It was a crisp, Fall morning in Southern California. We followed my mom as she expertly made her way...