Love is Like That

Love is Like That

Our kitchen table was drowning in construction paper, doilies, puffy heart-shaped stickers and contraband glitter.  The children crowded around, hard at work maximizing the sticker-to-paper ratio on their Valentines, and I was hard at work trying not to be stingy about it. Chubby little fingers wrestled with scissors and an unyielding glue bottle and someone…

A Call to Love

A Call to Love

I didn’t know I was supposed to hate Valentine’s Day. At least, not until I was almost passed over at a seventh grade homeschool group Valentine’s Party at the roller skating rink. I was the last girl given a daffodil by the most popular boy in the group; he started with probably twenty hand-picked flowers….

The End.

The End.