I walk into the department store looking for gloves. Suddenly I’m surrounded by a sea of pink, red, and all shades in between. Everywhere I look there are heart shaped chocolates. I prefer my chocolates to be square, they just feel more sophisticated. But to each his or her own. Some hundreds of years ago, so goes the legend, there was a saint by the name of Valentine, who was imprisoned and fell in love with the daughter of his... Read more