Love is not a pink teddy bear

I don't want to be a cynic, but I really can't stand Valentine's Day. It's really not cause I'm bitter, although I have gone through many a pink-splattered Valentine's day with a broken heart, mascara-tear stained face and no one sending me flowers. By the grace of God, there is no bitter root, just painful… Continue reading Love is not a pink teddy bear

Ash Wednesday is a perfect Valentine.

I've grown thick-skinned after 26 hard years.  At seventeen this small-town girl met a big-city boy and fell into infatuation. After two years of dating, and three break-ups, I married that rebellious, out-of-town boy who walked into my life wearing torn and bleached blue jeans, long blonde hair and a pink corduroy hat.  After 24… Continue reading Ash Wednesday is a perfect Valentine.