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“I’m Going to be Betrothed!”

“I’m Going to be Betrothed!”
When will you get married? Somebody needs to answer the question for the romantically absorbed singles! “I’m going to be betrothed,” I said in one way or another, with complete confidence overshadowing my ten year old social consciousness. Rachel, who was three years my junior, looked...

The Point of Romance

The Point of Romance
Today’s culture seems to have an endless supply of answers to that question.  We’re bombarded with “suggestions” from the latest novels, newly released films and catchiest tunes on the radio. “I want your love and I want your revenge. I want your love, I don’t wanna be friends.” ~ Bad...

The Elusive Concept of Love

The Elusive Concept of Love
It was wisely observed by a friend of mine: “Society seems to be a tragic modern comedy. This younger generation believes itself to deserve everything. Worst of all, they think they deserve to marry for love, yet none of them have any idea of what love truly means.” Love is an elusive concept,...

Behind the Valentine

Behind the Valentine
Valentine’s Day is a holiday that conjures thoughts of romance, flowers, candy, and heart-shaped ornaments. We all remember grade school exchanges of Valentine cards, the boy shyly giving a card to the girl that he fancies or our first kiss. This is what we think about, with the most sentimental and...

Cross-Eyed Repackaged – That Day of The Year

Cross-Eyed Repackaged – That Day of The Year
Originally published February 14th 2009. Valentine’s day. It’s funny how a few years ago it was all about getting two-cent Magic Schoolbus cards from friends and little bags of cinnamon-flavored hearts that stung your tongue when you ate them. I’d skip home with my backpack full of...

It’s That Day of the Year

It’s That Day of the Year
Valentine’s day. It’s funny how a few years ago it was all about getting two-cent Magic Schoolbus cards from friends and little bags of cinnamon-flavored hearts that stung your tongue when you ate them. I’d skip home with my backpack full of pink Valentines and my tummy full of chocolate...