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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Puppy Love

 

I didn’t get this posted for Valentine’s Day because I was out of town, but it’s too fun not to share. Every year I send out Valentine’s postcards to friends and family with an illustration done by one of my children. This year, my new daughter-in-law did the honors. I was hesitant to ask at first, but she seemed excited to be included in this family tradition. After years of asking my sons to remember to marry someone who would like me, I feel very blessed that (so far) they have listened! The dog in the illustration is my six-year-old puppy Inigo.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. The Perils of Postmodern Love

 

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, perhaps the one holiday hated by everyone — the one day when all singles long to be coupled and all couples long to be single. With Valentine’s Day come obligations and expectations: Christmas, but without the music, gingerbread cookies, and living-room conifers. (“I bought her a box of chocolates last year — and a bottle of sauvignon the year before that. Hmm. What to get her? I guess a Trumpy Bear will have to do.”)

No doubt, the Internet will soon be awash in articles about the dating scene, which, like the weather, is something everybody complains about … but nobody does something about. It’s frankly a wonder that a problem so universally acknowledged should be in want of a solution. Yet here we are.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Exorcising Valentine’s Day: It All Works Out in the End

 

Surgeon General’s Warning: This has feelings in it, and it’s personal. You’re probably better off reading @cliffordbrown. In fact, it’s a little creepy to think you’d want to know a stranger this well; but I’m going to do this anyway. Damn the torpedoes, no sleep ’til Hammersmith!

Most of us don’t wait as long as I did to finally grow the hell up. I’ve mostly been a responsible sort for much of my life, but that’s hardly a marker of adulthood. You can save for retirement and still be a wretched hedonist with no understanding of the grace of God or mercy for His creatures. That was me in my 30s: too much Ayn Rand, fetish clubs, and waking up hungover on the floor.

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On Valentine’s Day, enjoy some sweetly spiced red tomato jam. Really, tomatoes are a fruit. In a jam, they offer a good balance of sweetness and acidity that is less cloyingly sweet than other red fruit jams. I use a spiced tomato jam/butter recipe from Allrecipes.com. There is, of course, a tale in how I […]

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Yet another song for your Valentine’s Day: Valentine – Ingrid St-Pierre More

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I was planning on putting a little something up in the Ricochet group, The Country Jukebox but decided there may be country music fans who haven’t discovered that group and want to be in this conversation. I reckoned that in honor of Saint Valentine’s Day, we ought to put together a list of the most […]

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Jim Geraghty of National Review and Greg Corombos of Radio America welcome a new Politico/Morning Consult poll showing more Americans now plan to vote for a Republican congressional candidate than for a Democrat, which is a big swing since in recent weeks. They also roll their eyes as Democrats and pundits fret that President Trump […]

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A Valentine’s Day song/story/music-video (in French, deal with it). More

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My unlimited love to all the Ricochetti on this Valentine’s Day. Here’s a mix I originally compiled and performed for an event I produced at a local Fayetteville, Arkansas (it’s not the City of Love like Milwaukee (cf. Futurama) but it’ll do) bar on February 13th a few years ago called “DJ EJ’s Wheels of […]

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. How to Do Valentine’s Day When You’re Thousands of Miles Apart

 

This is the first year that @1967mustangman and I will be together in person for Valentine’s Day. The first year of our relationship was long distance, and our trips to see each other were determined by our grad school schedules.

Granted, I think Valentine’s Day is a stupid holiday that usually ends up encouraging men to spend ridiculous amounts of money on flowers that are going to end up in the trash out of a sense of obligation and single women to drink heavily while contemplating “I don’t need a man! I’ll get a puppy. A puppy won’t argue with me about how to fold a fitted sheet or cheat on me with his ugly executive assistant.”

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. The Love Story of Josie and David

 

It was the summer of 1976 when Josie and David met. Josie had graduated from the College of Saint Benedict with a Nursing degree in May. She had applied to work as a nurse at Camp Friendship in Annandale, MN, a camp for those with mental disabilities. David had been working at the camp for a few years, this was his third summer as the primary cook at the camp. They got to know each other over the summer of ’76, they fell in love. Josie planned to move away from Minnesota at the end of the summer. Where was she going to move to? She wasn’t sure yet, she was ready to go somewhere else because she had lived in Minnesota for her whole life. David wanted to stay in St. Cloud, MN. He didn’t want to leave. They had the summer that they could be together. Would that be it?

The summer came to an end and Josie decided it was time to move away from Minnesota. She embarked on a road trip, by herself, across the country. She traveled to St. Louis, MO, Oklahoma City, OK, Albuquerque, NM, Phoenix, AZ, Los Angeles, CA, Portland, OR, Seattle, WA, among other cities. In each city she applied at hospitals to work as a nurse. Sometimes she slept in her car, sometimes she slept in a tent at a campground, and on a few occasions she stayed at cheap motels. She interviewed at many of the hospitals. She was offered a job in Albuquerque and she accepted in September ’76. She had never lived there and had never been there before. She knew no one else there. She was still in love with David, sending him letters along her road trip route. David stayed in St. Cloud, MN. He was working a dead end job. He too was still in love with Josie.

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Contributor Post Created with Sketch. A Valentine from the Weird Girl

 

That’s me, at age 12, with hair too big to fit into a ponytail and an awkwardly chubby body that few fashionable outfits could cover or even forgive. They called me the weird kid, at school, and they weren’t necessarily wrong. At that age, I collected pins from US presidential elections, would rather talk to horses than people and hid in the bathroom almost every recess to listen to The Doors on my beat-up Sony Discman. I didn’t fit in any of the boxes and at that age — hell, at any age — the people around you can smell the oddity on your slightly panicked breath.

As most kids of my kind, I reacted to the situation by adopting a “screw you” attitude, and that was never as visible as on that dreadful day when popularity and attractiveness was being judged and measured. On Valentine’s Day every year, students would send roses to each other, to be delivered in class on full display to the other students. The popular girls would ooh and aah over the bunches of flowers that landed on their desks, while others, like myself, would loudly declare how silly and obsolete this phony holiday was and how we actively refused to participate in anything from dances to decorations.

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Recommended by Ricochet Members Created with Sketch. Stellar Gifts

 
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Mark finished filling out the credit card form, submitted it, and once approved he sat there for a minute while he pondered what name he should give the star. Should he just put in her name? Maybe her nickname instead? How about his pet name of “Bubbles”? No, he would stick with her own name. After all, he was purchasing immortality for her and that requires proper solemnity. “Claire Kingman”. Done and done, star Meissa S39c to be forevermore known as Claire Kingman. Now to just wait for the official gift packet and the big day. Good thing he paid for expedited shipping.

On Valentine’s day he took her out for dinner to TGI Friday’s, not the most romantic of spots and not a place special to either of them, but his foresight in purchasing a ring and a blue giant did not extend to making dinner reservations. She was not amused, and Mark could not bring himself to pop the question there, not amidst the loud families and happy hour drinkers, and certainly not over the plate of sticky ribs she ordered. It didn’t help that he had also forgotten to get her flowers.

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Note to the editors: Today was Valentine’s Day. You seriously couldn’t have promoted something from the Member Feed in keeping with the theme? Instead we had this… ALL DAY! Talk about a mood killer. More

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For several years running, Valentine’s day was very unlucky for me. When I went to college, I met this terrific young woman and we hit it off pretty quickly. I even went to some extremes to make a dance to which she had invited me. I was smitten, though I was terrified of telling her […]

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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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When one is young and in love, one does silly, noble things. In my case, it was scaling the outside wall of my dormitory, two floors up…in 40 degree weather…at night…in boxer shorts. I mention the boxers in particular, as they were a joke gift from my mother. They were bright red, with white glow-in-the-dark […]

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Promoted from the Ricochet Member Feed by Editors Created with Sketch. 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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