A few days ago, my best friend mentioned that her parents met on a blind date on Valentine’s Day. There were married for forty years until death separated them. I remember thinking what a sweet love story then immediately it occurred to me how easily we forget that our parents were once young. I thought I had filed the story away. But as I started outlining the post I originally...

I have a confession: I’ve never had a Valentine – well, not one that I remember. Somehow, I always seem to meet guys after February and we break up before the next Valentine’s Day. Or, the ones I end up with don’t believe in Valentine’s Day. So while other girls are getting gussied up to go out to dinner, expecting the obligatory hearts and flowers, I wait patiently for the...