Oedipal Bliss

My sweet boy Ezra Star (6.5) jumped onto my lap today, throwing his little arms around my neck, and apparently milking the Oedipal Phase for all it’s worth, announced: “You know, Mama? We can’t really get married to each other. Even if we wanted....

Good Enough Again

Last Sunday I had one of those days. It was like a Jesua version of Alexander’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. One thing after another went askew. I won’t even bore or depress you with the detailed account of everything that went wrong. It was like a...