61. An Open Letter to Valentine’s Day from a Perpetually Single Female

61. An Open Letter to Valentine’s Day from a Perpetually Single Female

Dear Valentine’s Day,

We don’t know each other well – strike that – we don’t know each other at all. Aside from the few brief times in elementary school we were forced to converge for the sake of the class, I’ve been nothing more than a bystander to you for 32 years. I watched everyone else partake in your love-induced debauchery while I stood alone all that time. In case you missed the memo, I’ve been single since day one and have had no chance to celebrate you properly (read more about that here). You heighten my awareness of that annually on February 14th. I question my value when you come to town because it seems like time after time I fail to prove that I am worthy of your presence. I know I’m not alone. Read more

10. Every time I hear that song, I go back.

10. Every time I hear that song, I go back.

To many people, music compliments life.  A song exists for whichever emotion you conjure up.  It heals.  It deepens love.  It breaks hearts.  It endures.  It strengthens.  It memorializes.  It freezes time.

Songs transport me back to moments whether through their lyrics or their significance.  I hear “I Will Remember You” by Sarah McLaughlan and I’m falling asleep to MTV with my best friend.  It was the last song I remember hearing that night, the night before she moved away.

I hear Toby Keith’s “Made in America” and I glance down at the Semper Fi tattoo on my left arm.  I smile knowing the song inspired this permanent reminder of my favorite Marine.

Christina Perri’s “A Thousand Years” takes me back to the credits of the last Twilight movie and the final midnight premier with some of the greatest friends I’ve ever met. Read more