🧵/4 in a world so full of hate, loneliness, and anger right now, I hope everyone at least has someone who is trying and gets it wrong sometimes, over no one at all. And I hope when I’m 81, my grandkids forgive me when I can’t keep up. Some Boomers are trying, let’s recognize it where we can.

🧵/3 hope that they’ve learned to recognize someone who loves them and sometimes falters, more than they see the mistakes adding up. It’s hard to have grace for people when it feels like the world is against you. It’s also easy to classify boomers as racist/sexist/bigots, but

🧵/2 how fast some of the people in the group were to cut off their relatives if they struggled with pronouns or new names. Now she’s terrified her grandkids won’t forgive her if she messes up, which she will, she’s 81. I said all you can do is try your best and

I’m reading his book Mary, and wondering why more people aren’t talking about it. Can’t wait to pick this one up next.

I have been noodling on this concept ever since our talk.

I was thinking about The One Who Walk Away from Omelas where the utopia came at a major cost some couldn’t live with. When are things so perfect it’s scary?