I’m starting here; thanks for joining me. I’ve pledged to write something every day of 2017. From treatises on the TSA to examinations of the human condition (and even a cookie recipe or two), stick with me for a whole year of ramblings and ruminations on this crazy world we live in.
So, since my parents are visiting, I thought it was a good time to talk about love. Specifically, the kind of love they have, and the kind of love I (eventually) want. My parents met when they were a little older than the American average, especially in the 1980s — 36 and 33 respectively. They … More On Love.