My grandmother’s generation is commonly called The Greatest Generation. They, too, faced “unprecedented” crisis in this country — more than once.
Their formative years happened during the Great Depression, when their parents taught them to conserve everything and waste nothing.
Their young adult years happened during World War II, when the government asked them to sacrifice pleasures, liberties and even their lives for the sake of the common good. Rationing of food, metal, rubber and other essential everyday supplies was an accepted part of their existence, as was widespread loss of the nation’s fathers, uncles, brothers and cousins.
Their generation willingly suspended their rights so that the country would be stronger as a whole. Continue reading “My grandma lived through ‘unprecedented’: This is what I would ask her”
My life is an accumulation. A fruitful gleaning of wisdom from all of you who have gone before.
You are the older women who helped shape me.
You noticed a young, fumbling woman and said, “Walk with me.”
You may not have used actual words, but your actions said exactly that: “Walk with me.”
Patiently you taught me to work, to “adult,” to worship, to persevere, to learn, to believe. To forgive. To let go. To hold my head high in the confidence of my true identity.
You helped shape the woman I am today, and you laid the groundwork for the woman I’ll be tomorrow. Continue reading “To the older women who helped shape me”
“Ugh, I hate that word.”
My twentysomething friend’s nose wrinkled at the mention of the word “Millennial,” as if it reeked of dog breath and gym socks.
“Why don’t you like it?” I asked.
“Because it’s so negative — and it’s not ME. I am none of those things.”
“Those things” include the stereotypical traits of a Millennial: Continue reading “‘Don’t call me a Millennial’: How to stop stereotyping young people”