I just turned fifty. I live in Winnetka, Illinois. I was at one point a waitress, a drill press operator, a roofer, a telemarketer, a lawyer, a somewhat lazy romance novelist and regional historian–I’ve done my time at Pizza Hut, Micky D’s, Burger King and two law firms. Then I switched to being a mom which made me an automatic volunteer. My son Joseph is a filmmaker in New York and my son Eastman is in the Timara program at Oberlin University. they’re not at home. They don’t need me. I need to meet my friends because. . .
I can and frequently do spend days not interacting with my friends in a “real” way. I’m scared of travel. I’m scared of flying. I’m scared of just about anything outside my door. I probably use facebook to keep in touch with my friends in a way that may be good or might just give me a false sense of intimacy. I find MySpace a little jarring. I am hopeless at Twitter. LinkedIn makes me feel like an underachiever.
I will meet every one of my facebook friends this year and I figure I’m going to be surprised. A lot.