[br] Love is not a feeling but nothing feels better than to love and be loved [br] Love is not an emotion but the emotions run wild, soar and ebb because of love [br] Love is not an action but no one springs to action like the one driven by love [br] Love is not…
Category: Love
Irony (or Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire)
I don’t miss you when we’re apart. I am just as well without you. I don’t need your approval. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me. You’re just another pretty face. There are plenty of fish in the sea. You aren’t the best thing about me. My every heartbeat doesn’t echo your name. I won’t love…
The Greybeard Chronicles: 50 Years of Sowing and Reaping
Listen up, kids! A half century goes by faster than you think. One minute, you’re doing a cannonball in the Brazos River. The next, you’re praying your wife does not put fifty candles on that carrot cake: Not just because of the potential wildfire they may ignite or the fact that you could singe your…
Doctor Love’s Valentine’s Day Advice for Girls
Let me begin by saying I dislike Valentine’s Day and always have. I think an act of love on a random day for no particular reason has far more meaning than a bouquet of flowers, a box of candy, and a mushy card given on a day when you have no real choice but to…
Marriage: What No One Tells You, But Everyone Should Know
Listen up, kids. Dr. Love is in the house. I am here to give you the real scoop on this thing called marriage, so pay attention. Seriously, though. Donya and I went to a movie for the first time in umpteen years last Friday night. We thought that new Vince Vaughn flick, Couples’ Retreat, would…
How To Spend a Life
If love is what I get from You Then you can bet I’ll give it too ‘Cause all I really want to do Is spend my lifetime loving you. ¶ When friends all leave or fade away And the sun still shines on another day Just know that I am here to stay And spend…
Unbroken
I have just returned from a family gathering on my mother’s side. My Aunt Nelda and Uncle James hosted it on their gorgeous, sprawling west Texas ranch. They called it Camp Granky, in honor of my maternal grandmother (whom I named as a toddler when I could not manage calling her “Granny,” which my dad…