I've met other kids like my son who, unlike my generation, can disconnect quicker -- and not just because their parents or teachers have taken their cellphones and laptops away. I think they genuinely know how to hang out and have a good time without them. Could it be a trend?
A friend recently noted that parenting her parents was a lot like parenting her kids, except the kids came with more homework. Actually, I think she was wrong on the homework part: Figuring out which Medigap policy to pick for Mom is right up there with the complexities of 10th-grade math.
I'm drowning. Drowning in emails. Each day a new tsunami of sometimes meaningful, mostly useless, trivial, occasionally important and often spammy correspondence washes ashore on my laptop like ocean detritus, and it's my job to pick through it.
The first SMS text was sent 19 years ago by a man named Neil Papworth and I suspect he had no idea what he was unleashing. I blame him for the death of verbal conversations, and I suspect his mother is equally displeased that he probably doesn't call her anymore.