On Friday I left my phone in the car and my son, completely exasperated with me, yelled, "Who even does that?" Well, apparently someone who didn't grow up with a phone attached to their hand, that's who. My kids have started calling me, "Boomer," as in "Ok, Boomer," when I say something they think is antiquated and not with the times and the sarcasm just rings right through. But I have to argue, I'm not a boomer. Boomers were born through 1964. I'm a Gen X-er, born between 1964 and 1976. I never thought these titles would have any relevance for me but here we are. I do have certain characteristics that drive my kids crazy, like not answering my phone. So many differences between us and yet I still think to myself, I get it. I know how hard it is to be a kid today, to grow up with all these expectations and judgments and stressors. Yet I don't. I say I do. I try to get it. I try to commiserate with them about social media and college and...