It’s been about a year since I’ve had a roommate, and I think I’ve discovered that living with someone else is better than living alone. At least for me.

I’ve had quite a few unexpected phone calls and conversations these last few weeks, both with friends with whom I talk regularly and with friends I haven’t spoken to in years.

I was wonderfully surprised to hear from the friend I hadn’t spoken to in years, and I felt terrible that I hadn’t called sooner.

The women I work with (and I work with a lot of women) have planted a little garden outside our office building and she’s already yielding fruit. Well, she’s yielding vegetables and tomatoes to be exact.