When a child of a loved one dies you may feel helpless and ill at ease. You can help, though.

Following my 15-year-old son's death, my plans for parenthood sat like scenery on an empty stage. I needed to come up with a new life for myself. But how could...

I sparked my family by taking on a new December holiday tradition -- we began doing less. The arrival of wide open, unplanned hours meant that when a spur of the moment great idea popped into one of my kids' head, I had the freedom to say yes, if I...

An armload of bulgogi covers the grill and a circle of friends surround the barbecue. Everyone has a pair of chopsticks in hand and turns slices of sizzling beef. A picnic table is laden with platters of pindaettok, mandu, heaping bowls of kimchi, chap chae and romaine lettuce leaves with...

The year I worked at a group home youth crisis shelter with runaway, homeless and foster youth in transition is strung on a ribbon of memories as if it had been one long unending day.

Although my shift didn't begin until 8 a.m., I always arrived a bit early...

When my book was published a Beverly Hills based writer-friend, who also happens to be an adoptee with famous adoptive parents, offered to do a favor for me. Namely allow her publicist to stir up Hollywood celebrity adoptive parent publicity to pair with my memoir Pushing up the Sky. But...

Native American Heritage Month Braided With Thanksgiving

Wind, smelling of wood smoke rattles the yellow leaves off the peach tree. I adjust my glasses, button my coat. My son bounds from his classroom to greet me. Eyes filled with brown warmth, he peeks out from under a cap of shiny...