Late last night, as the minute hand on the kitchen clock ticked its way toward the number twelve to open up the first moments of Valentine’s Day like a red envelope, I sat reading the last lines of Ellen Burstyn’s autobiography Lessons in Becoming Myself. I was struck by a sentence that spoke straight to my soul: You can achieve what’s in your heart if you make room there for the love that is necessary to write from. When you feel that love, you can use your blood for ink and it will be a valentine to God. And it […]