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I was a senior in high school when I first read The Exorcist. Frankly, I found the assignment odd, wedged in, as it was, between Crime and Punishment and King Lear. Although I hadn’t yet seen the movie, scuttlebutt had it that the film was just another tired horror tale filled with the ever greater gore that was, even […]

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I’ve heard some wonderful, sweet stories throughout the years of couples that have endured lengthy separations, but their love remained steadfast and they were ultimately reunited-John and Abigail Adams, Liz Thompson’s parents, my friends Kathryn and Andrew. The love letters, the lengthy phone calls, Skype…it’s all so romantic! So why is it that when people […]

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Love, if it is seeking the best for its object, involves telling hard truths. Because God exemplifies love, Scripture is full of unpleasant truths for mankind–he is born with the tendency to sin, he has acted on that nature throughout his life, and this separates him from God.  Furthermore, man is helpless to remedy his […]

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The Love Right in Front of Your Nose

 

gvalentinesmallThe summer that I was 21 and home from college, I went to see the musical comedy She Loves Me at our local community theater. I went with my parents. I was completely unattached, having only been on a handful of awkward dates in my life. My folks liked comedies and I loved theater. I had acted in and painted sets for many shows at this converted barn-playhouse since I was in high school.

You might know She Loves Me even if you don’t recognize its title. It was first a straight play, and then the basis for the 1940 movie The Shop Around the Corner with Jimmy Stewart and Margaret Sullavan; the musical stage show was written in the ‘60s, and it was even recycled a few years ago for the movie You’ve Got Mail. The original story was about a young man and woman who met working in a gift shop in Budapest in the 1930s and instantly disliked each other; but they each had a penpal to whom they wrote, not really knowing his and her correspondent’s true identity. The charming twist of course was that they were unwittingly writing to, and becoming very fond of, each other in the course of their letters. But they continued to snipe and snap at each other at work until they came to realize they were really in love.

The show was delightful, full of disarming characters, sweet songs and a plot — like most musical comedies — that could never happen in real life. I remember the shopgirl jumping up on her bed, clasping a letter to her chest, and singing about her romantic secret love, as well as the plodding old shop clerk who warbled philosophically about the huge universe and how he was just one little speck in it. A high school friend of mine played the delivery boy who rode a bicycle helter-skelter onto the stage when you’d least expect it – this was a theater-in-the-round, so the people sitting on the aisles jumped every time he sped up the ramps, ch-ch-chinging his bike bell. There’s a slapdash scene in a restaurant, with a scatterbrained headwaiter trying to maintain a ‘r-r-r-r-romantic’ atmosphere: he trilled his R’s as he crashed from table to table, knocking over vases and almost spilling wine on all the patrons. And there’s the charming moment at the end when the young clerk — who has figured out this shopgirl has been his love all along — reads a ‘secret’ penpal letter to her out loud and she realizes she has been so silly and blind not to see the love right in front of her nose.

February 16 Love — A Paean to Ricochet

 

I have been a Ricochet member for just over two years. Being a member has enriched my life in untold ways. I have met over 50 members in person, and each and every one is just wonderful. I had few friends when I was growing up, and the people I have met on Ricochet have been like a huge, far-flung family. It just makes me smile, knowing that wherever I go, I need never be alone. We might argue with one another in various posts, but it’s always good-natured, and rarely really nasty. We support each other through our trials and tribulations, and the big hearts of the Ricochet community have been demonstrated time and time again (van for Linda, support for King Prawn, prayers and support for Nanda).

If I am having a bad day at work, I know that I can leave it at work, and get some smiles on Ricochet when I take my lunch break. After feeding the owner (Kikyo the black cat) when I get home, the next thing I do is fire up the trusty iMac and log in to Ricochet. I especially love the audio meetups, where I can listen to all the various voices of sanity in a sometimes-insane world. And where else can you converse with the likes of Paul Rahe, Rob Long, and Richard Epstein? News of the world? It’s all right here, from Scandinavia, Estonia, Israel, Paris, New York or Dallas. Virtual hugs when you’re feeling sad? All right here. I just don’t know what else anyone could ask for. I love Ricochet.

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There is an article up at The Federalist on how a husband can use woodworking as a sop for avoiding his wife during (as he puts it) a dry spell.  I have to say that the whole article came across as rather alien to me.  Maybe I’ve just been really lucky with my wife, but […]

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Valentine’s Week: The Love You Found or Hope to Find

 

Love is in the air this week. Tell us how you met your love, how he or she makes you better and what keeps your love alive. Or tell us what sort of love you are searching for. I just spent the morning singing through love songs from Broadway musicals, so I’m in the mood to hear what kind of fool you are.

When I met my husband, I wasn’t looking for love, except in the way every 17-year-old is. I spent the summer before my senior year in high school with my aunt and uncle in Washington, DC. That was eye-opening for a girl from Idaho. I loved the monuments, museums and history and — since I was a new face in a new place — enjoyed some male attention. One especially memorable instance involved a busload of soldiers passing by and breaking into waves and whistles at the sight of a pretty blonde. I was not offended. I got a lot of dates that summer and thought it was great.

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Quilter and I have been married for nearly 40 years. Over that time only one other female vied for my affection. Only one – a red haired, blue-eyed beauty I met in the 1990s. Quilter knew her competitor, and was amused rather than jealous. Her rival was an Australian Shepherd. We had a dog before […]

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If I were singing the blues, I might sing that: “I ain’t got no wife. I ain’t got no mayonnaise. But I got a melody.” Initially, I planned to bow out this month. Unlucky for y’all, Dime invited posts on all manners of love. Well, what mayo is to Olive, music is to me. Strangely, I […]

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Nothing says love like a post on Superbowl Sunday about mushy, feel-y stuff, right?  So, here is the kick-off post for Ten Cents Month of Love!  I have been surrounded by love my entire life.  My parents were told they would never have a child and this was especially devastating to my mom.  Her pregnancy […]

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A Century of Goodbyes

 

When I visited my last remaining grandparent this summer, she asked if I knew she turned 100. “Yes,” I said, speaking loudly so she could hear, “that’s so great!” “No, not really,” she replied quietly. “I’m tired, Jon. I’m ready.”

A sad moment, but I understood. Elma Aliina Teppo was born a month after Charlie Chaplin’s film debut. Three months before Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated. She survived both world wars and a cold war, the Great Depression and several not-so-great ones. Two spouses, five kids and countless grandkids. A life well lived. But her friends and siblings had been gone for several years. It had been a century of goodbyes, and she was ready.

Let’s Talk About Sex Again

 

The efforts to redefine rape on campuses would be amusing if they weren’t so dangerous. But I think we need to ask ourselves why the sex-with-no-consequences-ever crowd is suddenly a champion of sex-with-hyperbolic-consequences unless it is accompanied by lots and lots of yeses. I’m wondering, do both participants have to constantly say “yes” or only the females involved? Life is so confusing these days.

It doesn’t, however, need to be confusing. The truth is that “casual sex” has always been a myth, because men and women do not approach sex in the same way, which makes it a minefield. Two “consenting adults” probably have, in other words, wildly different ideas about what is going on and what it means. It turns out that sex is not just a powerful drive and a pleasurable physical sensation, it has social, emotional, mental and spiritual consequences that complicate what the kids have been told. All that extra baggage makes it possible — even likely — that without some mores, restrictions and good old-fashioned truth-telling, men and women will use and abuse one another through sex. Who woulda thunk it?

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In my family fly fishing isn’t a hobby, and it isn’t a sport. In my family fly fishing is a religion. I, however, am the family heretic. It’s not just that I find fly fishing dull (which it is). I’ve just never figured out how to do it. Plus, it seems silly to me, what […]

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