The 90s

My teenage daughter and her friends think I’m lucky to have grown up in the 90s.

I know that I am.

There was nothing perfect about this period of time. We got many, many things wrong. Many things I continue to need to heal from.

But being with people, IRL, not knowing that your nemesis from elementary school is a Trumper and hearing some random’s opinion on topics he shouldn’t be allowed to speak on … that was good.

Great, in fact.

Peace, at a minimum, felt possible.