Susan's Blog

David, a slight fourth grader, smaller than the rest of his peers, was a student who learned kinesthetically and through experience which...

“Honey, where are you right now?” asked my husband, Jason, calmly, yet with concern. “I am at a red-light at Flintridge and Academy.”...

“Pop, pop, pop,” 8-year-old Liam and Asabella joyously exclaimed as they jumped up and down in the kitchen, mimicking the buttered...

In walked my 5-year-old, towheaded baby girl wearing a Depeche Mode t-shirt, with a Band-Aid stuck to her left shoulder on the outside of...

On Christmas Eve morning, I observed my husband, Jason, grabbing a bank box from our storage space and heading out the side door, saying...

As I lay there sprawled out on my back half-way down the bowling alley with my arms flailing every which way, wishing I could be anywhere...