For those of us who still dream and hope for love, here’s a very short poem:
Platitudes are loathsome!
For example, here’s one: “Good things come to those who wait.”
OK, the truth is, I have no idea how we can achieve world peace, but maybe we could start here:
When it comes to how we like to almost always spend our time, most of us fall clearly into one of these two categories:
Recently, I came across an article entitled “The 31 Best Non-A**hole Celebrities on Planet Earth.”
It is easy enough to mouth, “I am all about love.“
It is Valentine’s Day!
And I wrote a few words for anyone who still longs after true love:
She died in 2006 shortly before her 42nd birthday, and I still think of her with love and miss her desperately, especially when I see periwinkle blue or a copy of Cooking Light magazine.
One of the loveliest aspects of romantic love is the enduring imprint it inevitably leaves on our heart and body.
Like Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward… Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett… Spock and Captain Kirk… theirs was a great love story.
He was married with children. She was married with children. And maybe it was wrong, wrong, wrong. And I do not condone infidelity.