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.
What do you do when you graduate from Berkeley with a broken heart and a B.A. in biochemistry? You break your immigrant parents' hearts and become a w...
I know Valentine's Day is a silly greeting card holiday that shouldn't really matter to me -- and yet, it does. As a single woman, all the hearts and flowers can be a painful reminder of what I don't have. As a divorced woman, they can be an even more painful reminder of what once was.
You might wonder why I've decided to write, rather than just curse you in silence. Writing to you certainly won't make my Valentine better. But there's a small chance it might resonate with someone noticing a change in his own body and convince him to bring his concerns to his doctor.
Nothing is more important than cherishing and understanding the amazing organ that is your heart. Honor it, pamper it, and lovingly protect it. Make this Valentine's Day a special one for your sweet heart. The one inside your chest.
"There are more love songs than anything else," Frank Zappa once pointed out. "If songs could make you do something, we'd all love one another."
Love is never really lost, but we must be willing to have some faith, believe in ourselves and know that we are worthy of being found.
Your Cupid's arrow has bulls-eyed me, my sweet Sammy. Before I had you, I didn't understand how the bond would be any different from that of the precious one I share with your sister. But not only is it wonderfully different, it's one of the best adventures to ever grace my life.
I decided to compile my own special list of gift ideas to put you in the mood and make sure that you and your partner don't leave the house this Valentine's Day.
Women are waiting longer to get married now than ever before. It's not that they don't love their boyfriends, it's just that, well, they're busy. Thomas' Jewelers gets this.
Let's pivot the conversation from how to get women out of the pink ghetto to how to get women choose what is best themselves and respect and support their choice.
As my modest contribution to this frenzy, I decided to take a cursory look through the archive of the Hubble Space Telescope, to see if I could identify images that include "heart-shaped" celestial objects.
So you've got to hear about Julia and St. Valentine's super adorable meet-cute. Legend has it, Julia and St. Valentine were thrown together because Julia was blind. Now, I'm assuming that because you're reading this, you're not blind. Big mistake if you want to find your very own Valentine.
The moment the calendar page flipped to February my friend was already thinking about it. "Ugh," my friend sighed, looking at the blank 14th square ...
I don't loathe Valentine's Day -- I just loathe the pressure placed on people. Buy a single rose, if you must. Buy an Otis Redding album (always do that). And watch a movie, preferably a movie in which romance goes terribly awry -- like Vertigo.