Time to love, and love hard These days I feel both compelled and disinclined to write about love. With Valentine’s Day a week away, as commercial as it may be, I want to write about love in all its many forms.
I want to write about how cards and candy and over-the-top gifts are not necessary while taking the time to focus on those we love is.
But at a time when I am nothing less than disgusted and appalled by what is happening to our country, I feel a bit silly writing about making sure you do something special on the day of love.
It’s just another day, and, in some ways, it’s just another way to sell us stuff by making us feel bad that we’re not buying enough — and not buying as much as the guy next door.