“Good morning Gorgeous.” I could count on that text several mornings every single week for seven years.
Valentine’s Day is upon us once again. I know for many of you, it brings a depth of sadness, pain, loneliness. Your lives have been shattered, and you are simply trying to figure out where you go from here. The thought of being alone—again—on Valentine’s Day is more than you can handle. You are just… Continue reading The Portrait of a Redeeming Love
I’m a sucker for a good romantic comedy. I walked through the living room recently to see You’ve Got Mail on the television. It was nearly over, but I immediately got sucked in, stuck watching the end of the movie. As Joe Fox “tweaked” his project (i.e., pursued Kathleen Kelly knowing she was his email… Continue reading He Had Me at “Hello”
Before you read the words below, I want to give you a little background. One year ago, I chose to go on an official date with a friend I’d known most of my life. I chose to open my heart, my mind, to the possibility this friendship might turn into something more. I chose to… Continue reading To Be Loved Like Christ Loves
“My [loved one] passed away last week. … Now that I'm older and have traversed this experience I just walk around wondering have the flood gates now opened? Who’s next? What sudden tragedy will happen around the corner?” Loss and fear seem to go hand-in-hand. We lose someone important and suddenly we fear losing those… Continue reading Of Loss and Love
Hearts. Pink and red. Cupid. Mushy cards. Flowers. Candy. Love and romance. Everything around us screams Valentine’s Day right now. I’m not sure what feelings this holiday evokes for you. Maybe you are relishing the excitement of a new relationship. Maybe you are in the silent days of waiting for someone special, waiting your… Continue reading Dena’s Rules for Dating
When Cassie was about two years old, everyone was gathered around the dinner table. As I sat the food on the table, Cassie looked at me and innocently said, “Mom, you did d--n good.” I’m sure the shock on my face must have been priceless. I looked quizzically at her dad, his face as confused… Continue reading Life as a Model