Two weeks ago I didn’t text, I didn’t Skype, and my Facebook page was a sad, unrevealing shell of a thing because, at the time, I had no interest in sharing either my deeds or my thoughts with my “friends.” But all that changed when my daughter-in-law went into labor and the only way to track events was via text messages. News of the delivery came in the form of a four-word message from my son that read: “Ta Da. She’s here.” Since her birth, the texting has continued fast and furious. And, in addition to buying a camera for the computer in order to Skype little Olivia, I suddenly cannot resist telling my Facebook friends all about her.








