Editor’s Letter: Change is the only constant

The other day my just-turned-9-year-old son Ben smirked at something I asked him, then replied, “Yeah, right Mom, like that’s gonna happen.”
Excuse me, what?
That was the precise moment when I understood the specter of smart-aleck adolescence has already begun to loom over my little boy. I swear it was just yesterday that he was laughing at that big purple dinosaur Barney and learning his ABCs. It was only the day before that, I swear, when he was curled in my arms, his soft ba