I just read “Ender’s Game” by Carson Scott Card about a little boy who is tapped to save the world. Without revealing the ending, he’s in a battle against a Queen Bee society who stand to destroy Earth. Card writes, “He came to the tale of the great mother, the queen of all, who first learned to keep and teach the new queen instead of killing her or driving her away...until she bore one who understood her quest for harmony.”

So far, so good. I’m down with a quest for harmony. But those aren’t the lines that blazed in neon upon my retinas.

“This was a new thing in the world, two queens that loved and helped each other instead of battling, and together they were stronger than any other hive. They prospered; they had more daughters who joined them in peace; if was the beginning of wisdom.”

Here’s the back story. Card wrote his book in 1977, before home computers, before the internet. What he predicted through an act of fiction is mind boggling. In the book, the boy logs onto a desk whose face is a computer. His sister and brother exchange their world views on the net, which is read world-wide. In fact, they try to take over the world. How? Not by weapons or violence, but by the use of rhetoric over the net.

If Card can see a world that 30 years ago didn’t exist, let us pray that his vision—my vision—our vision of grandmothers joining in peace and creating world harmony comes true. My most fervent prayer, however, is that it doesn’t take 30 years.

We don’t have that kind of time.

I’ve been thinking about writing a book with the idea that Baby Boomer Women are the ones perfectly positioned to stop the madness. Remember us? We’re the ones, along with our male counterparts, who helped stop the Viet Nam War. We’re the ones who started the Feminist Movement against sexism. And we’re not the ones starting wars.

I feel to my marrow that now is the time for us to rise up across the planet. How? Beats me. That would take many more brain cells combined with many more brain cells to answer that one. Instead, I know the answer to two questions:

When? Now.

Who? Us. Women of a certain age. Women between 45 and 65. Women grandmothering the next generation, with or without children of their own. After all, future generations are everyone’s children.