By Betty Mills
Ah, yes, February, the month of those dreaded valentines. Or at least that was my view of that romantic event back in the days of my grade school childhood based on my mother’s insistence that valentines, nice valentines, must be given even to boys you hated.
“He conned me into getting on the teeter totter and then he spit right in my face,” I protested, vintage 4th grade. Continue reading