For almost a decade now, I’ve been going to the Outer Banks of North Carolina with friends. Every year we stop what we’re doing and take a week to enjoy the sun and the beach, hang out at the pool, and catch up with each other. Most of us don’t live anywhere near each other and this is our only opportunity to talk in person. Activity on Twitter noticeably dips when we’re all at the beach, although we still tweet, and text each other and post things to Facebook, because despite our proximity, we are digital people. Every year we rent a big house, and although the occupants have varied over the years, the core group has remained the same. I’m always amazed that such a diverse group gets along as well we do. It’s a low drama crowd, and while none of us qualify as pollyanna, we do get along remarkably well. This year, for the first time, the house was only occupied by women. It was a different dynamic but a good one. My sister, in a way that only she can, herded us all together on the dolphin tour for a group photo. I’m so glad she did. I love these women.