Our son and I share a love of Spider-Man. He is an atheist. I am a believer in all faiths. And yet both of us are drawn to the same idea: a person with superpowers who can right wrongs, punish the wicked, and restore peace and justice to a broken world. Perhaps we even share a secret fantasy about such a person. I know I do. I’m not so sure about my son. So when we went together to see the latest film, we both thoroughly enjoyed it. I had been initiated into the earlier film

One of my favorite evenings of the year is Oscar night. Watching the celebrities arrive, all glammed up and glittering, never gets old. I have not always seen the nominated films, nor do I always recognize the stars, and yet there is something in the bright ceremony itself that draws me in: the announcement of each award, the joyful reactions, the speeches overflowing with gratitude for family, colleagues, and friends, and finally the moment of receiving. To me, and to millio

I was once leading a class where we closely examined relationships and how we could make them happier. When discussing marital conflicts, I suggested to the women that we could not blame a partner for not doing something that did not even occur to them. My suggestion was met with loud protests. "That would mean we cannot blame them for anything!" said one lady. Another said, "Nothing I want ever even occurs to him. Am I not supposed to get upset by it?" It was alright to feel