I won't live with my parents forever, and we won't always agree. For right now, this situation is appreciated by all of us: opportunity for adventure for them, opportunity to get ahead financially for me and a strong, familial support network for us all.
I have come to notice over the past few years that my "little dancing friend" doesn't show up as often in the mornings.
The third "thing" that I want to talk to you about that I miss from my youth is the "ability to drink."
We're in the midst of a demographic shift resulting from increasing longevity. Life-spans have nearly doubled in the last century due to advances in science and sanitation, and lives grow longer each year. The odds are that millennials and the generations that follow will experience significantly longer lives.
A governmentally recognized marriage, ceremonial or common law, confers numerous legal rights. However, unmarried cohabitating partners have legal options, some of which are briefly discussed in this educational comment.
In 2035, the youngest boomers will be 71. The oldest will be 89. What is it going to be like to look back from that vantage point? Hopefully, most of us will have figured out how to keep working as long as possible -- certainly to 70, when the maximum Social Security benefits kick in, but probably longer.
Today, I proudly watch sports. I am an armchair quarterback. I am the king of fantasy football. Now, instead of dreaming about playing in the World Series or the Superbowl, I travel the world to watch these great sporting events live.
Anyway, I bet those of us (men and women) who miss playing competitive sports wish we could go back and have it all over again.
I've been thinking about email's death crawl. Surely it's on its way out as a daily communication tool, but the rate of its death seems to differ from person to person. Moving out of your head and your inbox, and into a more active communication with others is a healthier way to understand your relationships and the world.
I've worn glasses for almost 50 years and I still don't like wearing my thick lenses in public. At midlife I should be over this already. I mean, I've made peace with so many things by now that I think it's time to put this behind me.
It wasn't like when I was a younger mom. I didn't feel needed. I didn't feel like I had to have all of the answers. Or that I was taking care of him. Instead, I felt recognized. I felt appreciated. I felt honored.
If we cling to old definitions of a future no one can pretend to predict, we are still going to age. But we will have been complicit and ultimately powerless by refusing to choose how we will age in the 21st Century. It's time we all thought about that.
I continue to celebrate and honor my grandmother's life by following her passions for reading and writing. Both these pastimes are an integral part of my own life. This is my way of honoring her.