I have, over the years, come to accept the fact that I am an old person. Chronologically, anyway. Although like most of my peers, I find it difficult to reconcile the woman who lives inside my head with the one who was just offered a seat on the bus by a chivalrous young man. Nevertheless,
(with special thanks to Allie, Chloe and Jack) I believe, by dint of diligence and a sassy haircut, that I have obtained Cool Grandparent status. I try to stay in touch with things that interest my iGen and post-iGen grandkids. Whether it's the latest music and who's #1 on the charts (are there still charts?),
It occurred to me the other day that I was invisible. Not just me, but my entire generation. It appears that we lack importance. I’m basing this rather sad conclusion on the fact that we have been entirely overlooked by the folks who bestow catchy cohort labels. Let’s get specific. At the risk of revealing
