I Was Volunteering on Valentine’s Day When I Saw My First Love’s Name on the List – So I Delivered His Card Myself
I’m 64, divorced, and the kind of woman who keeps her calendar so full that silence doesn’t dare come near me. My daughter, Melissa, calls it “productive denial.” She says it with a little smile, but her eyes search my face like she’s checking for cracks. My son, Jordan, doesn’t tease me about it. He just watches. The way you watch the sky when the air feels heavy and you’re not sure if it’s about to storm. I volunteer everywhere. Food drives. Coat collections. Church suppers. School raffles. If someone