When Reddit user revulv was 12 years old, he took the big step of writing a love letter to his crush, Becca. His bravery seems to have worked o...
Boston, what I really want to say is thank you. Thank you for helping us when we were down. Thank you for saving my great-grandfather. Thank you for my life. I've never met you, but I love you.
Spring, in all her glory, dares the frosty air. Do we? Do we dare to shake off the wintry cold that hardens hearts and dampens dreams? Do we dare to bloom today, to become that which is best in our hearts, and that which most inspires our spirit? Do we dare?
You think you know what you want, but your feelings about men fluctuate like Ben Affleck's Boston accent. I communicate and behave based on my best guess: consolation when you're feeling down, dry humor when you're testing my wit.
If you find yourself flat-lining today, anxious, or recently lacking joy in how you are investing time and energy, it is possible to shift. Why wait? If we do not enjoy the moment to the degree we wish, let us consult our desire and re-imagine.
When we were given Athena's photo from her orphanage in the same week that you discovered your pregnancy, we crossed the Rubicon. Yes, of course (says every parent in America), having children changes you in a ways that are so unpredictable as to be surreal.
Place yourself in whatever atmosphere allows you to feel centered. Bring your awareness to the faces of the people to whom you have hardened your heart. Imagine sending each person kindness, love and compassion.
Ready or not, the holidays are on our heels. But what if all our best intentions end up leaving us overspent and farther away from what we really want?
When Cathy Knorr and Trevor Webb tied the knot, their relationship came full circle -- and they had a middle school love letter to prove it. At the...
This is a love letter to my husband. The man I'll be with forever. The man I can love because of everyone else who has ever loved me. Everyone else who has ever loved me well and loved me badly.
Close your eyes. Listen. Deep within the shadows, something stirs, breathes, searching for vehicles of expression. Feel its pulse. What is it seeking through you?
We are here to create. But we cannot create from the soul of who we are unless we cultivate an awe and faith in something larger and more powerful than our contempt for our own imperfect self-expression and our fear of ridicule.
At 21 years old, Dick Hauck knew he had found the love of his life, and he was eager to let his girlfriend know it. Hauck, who was serving in the ...
Expanding love gets down to appreciating that love must be current, electric, pulsating, fresh, flowing, spontaneous. Hard to have it this way when you believe you "know all" about that person who is "numero uno" in your heart.
The essential question is: What kind of investment do we make with the life we are given between the day we are born, and the day our "marching papers" come? Are we good stewards of life force flowing through our veins? Could we do better?
When it comes to expressing the truth in our heart, love cannot be commissioned. Love cannot be purchased. Love must have an open space, a safe place in which to land, tell its truth, and have room to breathe without demands or the need for defense.
I have just published a collection of love letters from a Norwegian Nobel Peace Prize winner to the writer Brenda Ueland. There have been literally tens of thousands of tweets, blog posts, and letters to the editor flying through cyberspace debating the decision.
You're now officially feeling the heat -- not from the red hot, passionate romance you've been stoking, but that annual pressure to come up with the best Valentine's Day present ever.
When's the last time you received a personally addressed, hand-written envelope, containing nothing other than Love? When did you receive your last Love Letter?
In today's Twitter- and text-obsessed world, passionate letters even long e-mails are rare. Washington hasn't had a good love letter since the relea...
