generation

Having been born in 1982, I qualify as a member of the millennial generation, but just by a hair. Often, I feel like an old lady, sometimes the last to catch on to to the fads claimed by this group — and when I do, I fall hard. (I’m looking at you, leggings-as-pants.)

I was the last generation fortunate enough to have personally known survivors of the Holocaust.

Mariah is 45. Nick is 33. Did this difference play a role in the unraveling of a once-golden couple?