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Just as we thought that we'd finally stuck a fork in it, a calculating, middle-aged gal named Erika Leonard, that's E. L. James to you and me, became the UK's bestselling author ever, making an estimated $1.34 million a week from Fifty Shades of Gray. And that was back in June.
With Valentine's Day upon us, I and my guest panelists, Dr. Mike Dow, Chase Whiteside and Tammy Shaklee, discuss the differences between finding love online and offline. We also further assess "meeting one's mate" on gay-friendly social media sites and apps.
For many women immigrants and same-sex couples, Valentine's Day is a time they remember their separation from those they love and continue to face the fear that their families could be needlessly torn apart.
Isn't the entire point of love that it calls us to do beautiful and spontaneous things for the person who is the object of our affection? And if it is, isn't a day devoted to coerced displays of that affection through gifts, dinners or "special" evenings, the very antithesis of it?
Now, I acknowledge that any reminder of expression of love has value. And as far as I am concerned, every day should carry the spirit of thanks-giving and loving. Even though I still can't stand most commercial aspects of the Valentine's Day, it has its opportunities.
My dear friends, let's end this insanity today. Valentine's Day is just another day to celebrate love. Love comes in many forms, shapes, and opportunities 365 days a year, 24/7. Today, join me in the celebration of love and bring your heart to everything you do.
It's a finger food and can lead to some awkward-yet-adorable Lady and the Tramp moments.
It's Valentine's Day. A day devoted to love and showing that special someone you care about them. Unfortunately, regardless of if you are in a relationship, single or dating, almost everyone is subjected to one small, yet undeniably sad truth: No one can win on Valentine's Day.
I have a scrapbook full of memories, and decaying gardenias that will be passed onto my kids and grandkids. Will our kids have anything to save? If our kids don't make cards, or write poems, what will they show their kids when they're Post Fifty?
Shortly after Jim's funeral, I told Lauren about a grieving widow who found a heart-shaped rock on the beach where she and her husband had vacationed. Jim and I loved that story of God's comfort. For a while, I hoped I'd get my own sign from above. But nothing came.
If you can't fall in love in these places, well, you need more help than a travel website can provide.
What was it like to grow up with "Mr. Marriott"? Did you ever see him? The answer to the second question is "yes" and reflects what a great dad he really is.
Why not step away from it all and escape together for a journey and unique experiences that are JUST yours.
It is ironic that one of the more popular holidays in America is named for a saint about whom very little is known -- who, in fact, is of questionable historical provenance.
My father's ability to combat the isolation of dementia by creating an imaginary and omnipresent mate may not be unique to him. Imagination may possibly hold the gifts of comfort and solace as we face the uncertainties of old age.
