I Want My 20-Year-Old To Learn These 20 Life Lessons

My eldest son just turned 20. I don’t even know what to do with that number. It means I’m old, for one. Like, really old. And yet I also remember exactly where I was when I turned 20: in college, taking a Shakespeare midterm. I remember the shape of my bedroom, those who passed through it, the ’50s-era flowered thrift store blouse I was wearing that day because I was going through my ironic June Cleaver phase. I remember the show I was in. I could probably even still do those dance moves from...