My son is home from college for the summer. I’ve lived in my renovated 1820’s farmhouse for a year and a half now…alone. Just me. Just my mess. Quietness. Solitude. So, we’re here, sharing my tree. The dogs. The contents of the fridge. The upstairs is his new lair. Country rock blasts out of the loft. He and I share wifi. Side by side social networks. I’ve waited for this. Delighted, I’m learning to share.