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, rubbing my nose to their nose, nuzzle them on their soft necks.  I had read...

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 the neighborhood, Sue and Beth.  Our kids went to elementary school together, and we used...

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 photos with pumpkins. I was more consistent about our pumpkin photos than even our Christmas...

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 in cargo pants, lots of pockets, lots of rocks. I have to walk up the...

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 through the crowd, making a beeline for the two stalls for which she was looking. ...

We had our first Dragon Fellow Graduation yesterday.  It was remarkable.  This summer, we had our first class of ten Dragon Fellows, running programs to share their passions all over Southern California.  Now that their projects were done, we had each group present to an...

August is a tough month for me.  The days get hotter, the nights feel longer, and we creep towards that terrible date of August 14th. As we marched towards the two year anniversary of losing Dragon, I had to ask myself, how would I get...

Two years ago today, we lost our son, Dragon Kim. Bright, funny, talented, kind. How I miss him. How my heart aches for his presence. How I wish he were here. I recently picked up a book of poetry compiled by Carolyn Kennedy, the daughter of...

Dragon and Isabelle became friends in 2nd grade, in Mrs. Falcinella's class. This year, Isabelle will be a senior in high school, as Dragon would have been. A big year, just a step shy of college. Isabelle emailed me recently.  She worked on and finished a...