We should be showing what real love looks like, for our sons and daughters and friends and anyone struggling with how to find, define and experience love in real life, outside of the screens and seductions of the media.
Ceci and I took our first dance class together in the fall of 1996, after spotting an announcement posted on the bulletin board at the café.
There was that one Valentine's Day where for some reason I thought it was a good idea to go on a first date, and it was horrible, horrible, horrible. And I came home that night to flowers and chocolate on my doorstep from a dear friend. And I broke down in tears feeling so pitiful and grateful simultaneously. This year, I am light years away from that.
How can you maintain some kind of connection when your circus of a family has set up tents in the middle of it? Then I remembered a story I'd been wanting to tell about that very question for a long time. It all started in a restaurant in upstate New York a few years ago.
Nights like this will come and go, until you decide it's time for someone to hold you in their arms, long and hard, and for a longer run than just a couple of nights, a week, a month. You will find someone, and you will set an anchor in his heart, and he in yours. This does not mean you are not free, it only means that the weight of your grip helps the other's heart beat brighter.
Ever wonder how the "day of love" is celebrated around the world? Though not always celebrated on February 14th, many Eastern cultures dedicate a special day to expressing love and appreciation to loved ones, family, and friends.
Last summer, my wife went on a two-week trip to the East Coast to visit friends and family, leaving me home alone. I did miss her, of course, but what was with the pathological desire, nay NEED, other women had for me to verbalize it?
Krim unearths the mystery of sexuality and the female body in her work. "It's so important for women to know their bodies."
The one thing these stories all have in common: they were surprises. Nobody expects love to strike -- it just does, which is a little crazy, since those meetings are among the most important of our entire lives.
Shopping for "good" chocolate is kind of like searching for a viable online date. Approach the market without a plan and it's easy to get duped by glossy packaging and false claims. Know what you're looking for, though, and you can find yourself a sweetie with substance.
In many cases, your romantic relationship begins with negotiating, even if only to set the details of where to meet. Negotiating is a practice that lasts throughout the relationship. The key to doing it gracefully, I've found, is to have a deep "YES!" inside that you're affirming.
Our laws should be adapted to match how people live and love in the 21st century, filling in the many gaps left by the decline of marriage. The alternative -- continuing to treat longstanding partners and as if they count for nothing when one of them has a medical crisis, leaves, or dies, is unfair and brutally unkind.
Using the pretext of traditions and culture on several occasions, the right to marry out of choice, the right to practise religion, etc., are curbed. I grew up with a 'modern' understanding of tradition which argued for the unshackling of society from the fetters of traditionalism to make way for progress.
Black people will not survive under the conditions of lovelessnesss in a market that is bolstered by black-on-black soul killing, amid a public generally amused, every time we annihilate one another.
February is An Affair to Remember month. This makes perfect sense to me and other women of my generation who shed buckets of tears over this movie. Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr. A beautiful theme song that also makes me cry. So romantic. So tragic. Spoiler alert: Such a happy ending.