Once upon a time we could spend an entire summer afternoon talking in his car; so absorbed in each other that his broken air conditioner was as inconsequential as my flat chest the sweat that was beading on his pimply forehead. I couldn’t get enough of the way he made me laugh and he adored the way my shampoo smelled. It was true love. It was intense and it was effortless.

Valentine’s Day: As January fades away and February begins to peek over the horizon, this mutant douche of a holiday looms ominously ahead whether we are happy about it or not.  Many people, especially us girls (sorry chicks, clichés exist for a reason,) relish Valentine’s Day and all the sparkly accoutrements that go along with it.    Some of us try to ignore it, or pretend it doesn’t exist.  Some of us hip, devil may care, we post weird emoticons that no one understands as our Facebook status for the sheer joy of feeling like a smarty pants types, well, we act like we are so cool that this holiday simply does not affect us.

What is the meaning of faith? The bible says that it’s believing in things that you can’t see, meaning that if you can’t pay your rent or don’t have money for your bills or still have not met the love of your life, and you’re getting kind of old now, you are able to disregard the hard cold obvious reality surrounding you and believe that it is all working out somehow. Actually I would go as far as to say that faith is believing that reality is not totally real. It’s believing that the depth of our experiences are more complex and multi-dimensional than this moment. You have to be really optimistic to be a person who walks in faith and I guess slightly crazy by our society standards. Only crazy people would ignore the facts in front of them and expect a miracle, right? I don’t think it’s crazy though, because what’s the alternative, believing in or expecting the worst? Why waste time doing that?  What I’ve found from experience is that if you expect things to work out they always do.