One Plus One Equals Love (Mini Romance)

“I have our students’ best interests at heart,” Mylah said immediately after their first teachers’ meeting of the year.

“I, too, have our students’ best interests at the forefront,” the defiant Ron Edwards said coolly as he eyed her playfully.

Mylah stood silent for a moment. As much as the situation steamed her, it was hard to keep her anger focused on the outrage she felt. How dare this new math teacher enter their schoolyear, knowing little about their middle school, as only a part-time teacher/full-time boys’ basketball coach, and call her out in front of everyone, including the principal, for her teaching style.

At that meeting, she had spotted him immediately. Tall, handsome, with his irritatingly powerful presence, all female eyes in the room seemed glued to their new authoritative coworker. He oozed charisma in all directions. So much so, that she became flustered when their principal asked her to give a short talk on how she had overhauled the mandatory curriculum followed by a compliment on her great results.

“Um, uhhh,” she had stammered, “ahh, yes . . .” Don’t look at him. Focus, Mylah. She pushed her lips together, then continued. “At the beginning of last schoolyear, I went through the entire year’s studies and identified areas where I could apply creative ways of engaging and teaching my students. I used tools such as games, real-life applications of difficult concepts, and dramatic activities, among many other creative approaches to engage students.

“Excuse me,” the handsome new teacher said, “Are you saying that you used the arts to teach a concrete subject like math?”

“Yes,” Mylah, flattered by his attention, smiled in his direction, “with great success. The students’ comprehension increased approximately 22% that year. And, I saw much more class participation.”

“I find it hard to believe that you can ‘creatively’ teach a concept so solid as math,” he said, “One plus one always equals two. Does it not?”

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Mylah felt her face start to burn. She took a deep breath. “The concepts in math are concrete. One plus one does equal two, but the way you learn that may take different approaches. I am simply using more engaging activities to reach the more apathetic youth. Boredom is the greatest challenge to overcome. You have to break through that disinterest to make the subject fun and interesting.”

“I happen to think math is a fun and interesting subject,” he smiled coyly, almost like he was baiting her. Why was he so compelling? He had to be a jerk of the first degree. She would not give him the satisfaction.

“The results speak for themselves, Mr. Edwards,” she said.

The principal cut into their back-and-forth, “Perhaps the two of you would like to continue this discussion at a more appropriate time. We have other business to attend to.”

“Perhaps we shall,” Ron said, flashing a toothy grin her direction. Was he flirting with her, or simply showing off his arrogance?

At the end of the meeting, she wasted no time in following him to his classroom.

“You say you have your students’ best interests in mind, but you remind me of the tired old professors I had when I was young,” she said. “Offering nothing better than memorization to the aid in the study of math and science. Great for the students who enjoy it, but an uphill battle for those who don’t.”

His response was a broad smile. There was a twinkle in his intense eyes. “I do admire your passion.”

The compliment caught her off-guard and she relaxed into an involuntary smile.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot here,” he continued. “Can we call a truce?”

“Okay,” she said hesitantly, “but you’re not getting off that easily. I believe in my method, and I fully intend to work it into the school’s official curriculum.”

“I trust you will.”

In the span of a couple of hours she had gone from a first impression of “absolute hunk” to “smug schmuck.” Now she wasn’t sure.

“I suppose I have my work cut out for me trying to win you over,” she said.

“I won’t make it easy for you, but you are wrong about me being like your ‘tired, old’ professors. I really do have an open mind.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” she said.

“We can start right now,” he said looking deeply into her eyes, “Let me take you to dinner, and you can start your crusade tonight. I can be a mighty ally. If you can convince me, you can convince anyone.”

If she was going to know what he was really like, there was only one way to find out.

“Alright, I’m up for that challenge,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

Copyright 2023, Monica Nelson

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Flying High for Love (Mini Romance)

Sara blinked away the blinding sun. The last thing she remembered was climbing the tree to retrieve Mindy’s kite. She and Mindy, who was 10, were spending the afternoon in the park flying the kites. When Mindy’s kite went off course and landed in the tree, it stuck. Against her own better judgment, she had climbed to the branch that would not give up the kite. She stretched and stretched and stretched . . .

When Sara’s awareness began to return, she could hear the murmur of voices gathering around her and the distant wail of a siren.

She swallowed hard and gripped Mindy’s hand tighter. Sara was responsible for her. How could she ensure Mindy’s safety when she was in this condition herself? It was a mistake to climb the tree to retrieve the kite. Not only did she set a bad example for Mindy, but she ended up getting hurt. Her evil fate for doing something so uncharacteristically dumb.

The first to arrive were a group of firefighters. Through the blinding sun, she watched as a tall, handsome man wearing a turnout coat and warm smile knelt beside her. As he leaned over her, his almond-colored eyes looking intently into hers, she felt a sudden rush of attraction run through her. It temporarily displaced the physical pain that plagued her entire body.

The man touched her shoulder lightly and said, “Hi, my name is Flynn. I understand you took a fall. My colleague, Jill, and I are trained as paramedics. Jill will be taking some vitals while I check you over for broken bones. Is that okay?”

Sara managed a weak, “yes” as he looked toward Mindy. “Young lady, did you see what happened?”

The next few moments remained a blur, as people buzzed around her like giant bees attending to their queen. She became lost in the activity, going in and out of consciousness. The next thing she knew she was being wheeled into the back of an ambulance.

Her first thought was of Mindy. “Flynn, Flynn,” she cried.

Flynn flew to her side. “I’m here,” he said.

“It’s Mindy,” Sara could feel her eyes welling up. “She is my responsibility. I have to get her home to her parents.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sara,” he smiled, “I have it covered.”

Sara relaxed as they shoved the gurney into the open doors of the ambulance. Mindy must have told him her name. Their short interaction was enough for her to create a trusting rapport with the firefighter. He would see to it Mindy got home safely. She was sure of it.

Later, in her hospital bed, Mindy could not keep her mind off the handsome firefighter. The pain killers the doctors had given her were working their magic and her thoughts had time to wander. The staff had told her that she had no serious injuries, but that they wanted to keep her overnight to make sure.

She looked toward the door when she heard someone enter. Expecting a nurse, instead she saw three people enter the room. Mindy, Jill and Flynn, who was carrying a bouquet of spring flowers. Mindy skipped over to her side, “I brought friends,” she said. “We brought you something to brighten your room.”

“How are you feeling?” Jill said as Flynn arranged the flowers on her bedside table.

“Sore,” Sara said, smiling at their presence. “Thank you so much for the flowers.”

“It was Flynn’s idea,” Jill said, as Sara’s cheeks took on a rose color.

Flynn looked at her and smiled, “I thought you might like these.”

Jill looked toward Mindy. “How about some hot chocolate?” she said to Mindy. “I think we can get some in the cafeteria,” she said as she gave Flynn a stealthy smile.

She took Mindy by the hand and they left the room.

“So,” Flynn said pulling a chair up to the side of her bed. “You like kite-flying and falling out of trees. What else should I know about you?”

Sara took a cautious breath. Maybe the fall wasn’t such an evil fate after all.

Copyright 2023, Monica Nelson

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In the Springtime of Love (Mini Romance)

In my 50’s and solo, I know that love is a young woman’s game. The stars we reach for in youth elude us when we grow tired and unsentimental. But when the pull of nostalgia rises, as it so often does when I walk to my favorite park bench for an afternoon of reading, I long for the thrill that love can bring. I look up from my book to see a stately gentleman work his way toward me. He stops and catches my eye, a twinkle in his.

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He is older, like me, but he walks with ease. He pauses just in front of me. A touch of gray at his temples, he runs a quick finger across the area just in front of his ear. The tingling of attraction that surges through me has been absent for so many years. It now brings a touch of heat to flush my cheek. I look away momentarily in the juvenile hope he won’t notice.

He smiles, and I feel the sensual surge of youthful first meetings.

“May I sit beside you?” he says as the surge renews itself within me.

We are alone in the park as it is winter, and cold. The snow lies about us adding emphasis to the chill.

“Absolutely,” I say with too much enthusiasm. I catch myself and tone down my fervor. “In fact, you can have the whole bench if you like. It might be a bit too much winter for me to be reading outdoors.”

“Please stay,” he says, “at least for a minute. I want to enjoy the company of a lovely woman, if even for a short time.”

I blush at the word “lovely.” How can I turn him down? My legs don’t move as I watch him take a seat beside me, not too close, not too far. I deduce he must be a gentleman.

“I’m not sure I would characterize myself as “lovely,” I say. “The bloom, as they say, is long gone from my flower.” I laugh in the hope that I might engage a laugh from him too.

His expression remains serious. “Why would I want to sit with a girl?’ he asks. “When I can enjoy the company of a more sophisticated and seasoned woman?”

His demeanor turns whimsical and he reaches his hand out, “Hi,” he says, “My name is Henry.”

I’m not sure what to make of him at this point, but my inner hope overcomes my reticence. I pull the mitten off my right hand and grasp his in a solid grip. “Hi,” I say, “I’m Delores.”

We converse as old friends might. He is easy to talk to. We both love nature, working with the soil, and entering gardening competitions. Exotic coffee is a secret passion. We move onto more personal subjects.

We both have lost longtime partners, but unlike me, he believes in the power of love to overcome heartbreak. He is optimistic about the possibility of love and fully intends on finding the second love of his life.

I agree to meet him a few days later, in that same park, at “our” bench. My lonely heart skips home, and I wait like a schoolgirl for her prom date, until our appointed time to meet. All the while fighting the fear that meeting Henry was much too good to be true.

When the day arrives, I approach the meeting place, only to see an empty bench in the distance. As I get closer, I spy a spot of yellow on the bench and quicken my pace. Tied to the bench are beautiful spring flowers, with a note attached. I pick up the note fully expecting it to relate a full spectrum of excuses.

Instead, it says:

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I hear a distant “Hello,” and turn. Henry is coming closer with two cups of steaming coffee in his hands. Warmth rushes through me, and radiates to my face. Maybe there are stars that can be touched at any age, as long as we are open to them. Romance can bloom in a winter soul.

Copyright 2023, Monica Nelson

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Love is a Disguise Away (Mini Romance)

Berri looked about the room in its twinkling splendor. The decorations were perfect: Foil streamers gently blowing in the fanned air; glitter placed strategically along the edges of the tables; masquerade mystique (her very own creation) aligning the walls. She had transformed the great room at the country club in such elegant fashion that the room took on a magical touch.

She smiled to herself. Berri had accomplished a great feat on this party-planning job, even if she said so herself. The evening was going to be magical, and the environment was going to add to the success of the charity’s fund-raising cause. It was also going to launch her new business into success at last.

Her mood took a detour to pensive. Now, maybe she could pull off something magical in her own personal life. It had been six months since her rather disastrous breakup with Brent. Never have a relationship with someone you work with. If he turns out to be a jerk, you’re the one who will have to leave your career behind and jump into unchartered territory as a small business owner.

Berri suddenly became aware of someone staring at her. She glanced in the direction of the sensation. Looking directly at her was a handsome, sandy-haired man, with a whimsical smile. The flutter of first-glance butterflies tickled her. She returned a smile in his direction just as the caterer stepped up next to her announcing her presence and saying, “Are you ready for us to set up?”

“Uh, yes,” Berri answered somewhat flustered by the interruption. She glanced back in the direction of the handsome man, but he was gone. She turned back to the caterer, smiled, and taking her by the elbow, led her to the serving tables. After giving instructions to the woman, Berri looked toward where the handsome man had been standing. He was gone.

No matter. With the caterer taken care of, everything was in place. She had to go get herself ready for the evening.

Standing on the edge of the great room, Berri scanned the environment. The romantic lighting showed off the colorful decorations and made a stunning contrast with the formal black-and-white dress of the guests. It enlivened the room.

Her thoughts ran back to the afternoon when she had spied the handsome, sandy-haired man across the room. She briefly wondered if he would be attending this event. No, she reminded herself, he was probably one of the country club’s many members there for an afternoon of golf.

She pushed the whiff of regret that accompanied her memory toward the back of her mind. She had so few opportunities to meet possible love interests that she hated to squander even one. Maybe she was meant to keep her focus on her new business. Fate seemed to guide her away from any pursuit of love.

She quashed the negative vibe from her mind just as she saw Lynette Lauritsen, the charity’s Marketing Director heading her way. Beside her was a masked gentleman.

“Hello Lynette,” Berri greeted her, “I hope you are enjoying the evening.”

Lynette grabbed her by both hands and enthusiastically said, “It’s such a lovely party and it’s turning out to be a great success. We owe so much to you.”

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Berri could not contain her reaction. Relief filled with delight at the compliment burst from her smile. “I am so glad you are happy with the results.”

“By the way, Berri,” Lynette said looking toward her companion, “I’d like you to meet Mr. Alexander Hughes. He is one of our largest benefactors. He so wanted to meet you.”

Berri reached her hand to meet his. “Hello, I’m Berri Woods, Sparkling-Spotlight Events. I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Hughes.”

The man took her hand in a firm grip, “You can call me Zander,” he said as he removed his mask from his face to reveal familiar eyes and sandy-colored hair. “I’d like to talk to you more about your work here.”

Berri exchanged glances with Lynette, who smiled briefly then turned and left.

“I’d be happy to talk to you, Zander,” she grinned, “Is now a good time?”

He motioned toward two empty seats nearby. She took a seat across from him. Maybe fate had not forgotten her after all.

Copyright 2023, Monica Nelson

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Introducing a New Feature – Mini Romances

If you love romance . . . if you love the joy that new love promises . . . if you are fascinated by the possibilities of what can happen after an initial meeting between potential lovers . . . you’ll love this new feature.

Mini-Romance is a new category where I share a new meet cute between destined lovers. What is more romantic then that first interaction between two people meant to be together?

You can experience, along with two very special soul mates, the exhilaration that is the first time they come in contact with the love of a lifetime.

Get started here.

Copyright 2023, Monica Nelson

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A Case of Sportsmanship Choice

We live in a highly competitive world. A world that values success, power and prestige over human kindness. Competitiveness requires a “win-at-all-costs” kind of attitude. Stomp all over your opponent because they are the enemy. They stand in the way of your goal.

Sports is one environment where this attitude is extremely prevalent. Society has lauded sports citing the finding that it is instrumental in developing performance character traits in young people. These aptly named “willing values” consist of desirable attributes like courage, determination, resilience, and self-discipline.

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It is also supposed to teach sportsmanship. This quality includes values like respect, courtesy, fairness, a positive attitude and development of self-control. In the last few decades, attitudes of parents whose children participate in sports have taken a dark turn. We’ve all heard stories of parental bad behavior at their children’s sporting events. Violence at children’s games include assaults, verbal and physical, on other parents, officials, and even other children. Bad as that is, in August of this year, an incident at a youth game in Texas has left it grappling with murder.

Has sportsmanship died? And all those wonderful beneficial traits with it?

One of the responsibilities of parenthood is instilling good values into our children. Supporting your child in sports requires that you take a good, hard look at your own sportsmanship strength. When we face competitiveness in business and life, we must respond with stellar sportsmanship. We must demonstrate all that is good with competition to our children through our own actions. When we do, we build a better future for everyone as well as teach our children the values that build their character.

We live in community with one another. Living in community means that we help and support each member. When we build each other up as opposed to tearing the other down, we strengthen and improve our collective lives. When someone is weak, hurt or ill, it falls upon the rest of us to give that person a lift. Any community is only as strong as its weakest link.

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Sportsmanship is an attitude apart from sport itself. Sportsmanship starts in the heart and works its way out. It can be done, and is being done. Here is a recent story on NBC that demonstrates the immense positivity that can result from showing kindness and building bonds through sports. The small gesture suggested by one compassionate adult and carried out by the opposite team’s members has a powerful impact on one and all.

Sportsmanship is a choice – in life, as well as the playing field. Which choice will you make – for or against it?

Copyright 2022, Monica Nelson

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The Secret Behind Generosity of Spirit

I love the holidays. It is a very special, warm, joyful time of year. It’s a time when the majority of people set their cares aside and become kinder, friendlier, and open-hearted. We enjoy embracing each other in love and acceptance. As we now move into that season, it is the best time to re-evaluate this mindset.

The mindset, known as generosity of spirit, by most definitions consists of two parts. Those are kindness and compassion. Generosity means that we freely give of ourselves using those two elements to make a difference in people’s lives.


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Kindness is action done with friendship, unselfishness, and consideration. True kindness comes from empathy into the minds and hearts of another person. Showing others true benevolence and graciousness.


Compassion means recognizing and empathizing with someone who has experienced misfortune or suffering. When you see someone like that, compassion translates into a deep desire to do something to alleviate that suffering.


Here is where the secret lies. There must first be kindness and compassion, but it must come from a place of authenticity – a genuine love for others. No one can “tell” you how to do this. It is a feeling that comes from within. An “honest-with-yourself” approach and identifiable decision to choose to love another person. Not just someone who has been kind or nice or loving toward you. But everyone that you come in contact with. This can be especially hard if you have been abused, manipulated, or scorned by another person. (Loving someone else does not mean allowing that person to take advantage of you. If you do, you are being unloving to yourself.)

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When kindness and compassion come from this place of sincere desire to give of yourself, there is a kind of magic that takes place. The joy that results within is brighter and more elated than that of the receiver of your gift. An explosion of peace and happiness. The axiom of it “being better to give than to receive” is at the heart of this reaction. As counter-intuitive as it sounds, it is a universal truth.

It is a mystery that has been passed down as truth, and still remains elusive to people who have not yet discovered it. When you give of yourself without desire for anything in return, the magic happens and you’ve found that key to a joy you cannot accomplish in any other way.

The holidays are the perfect time of year to begin your quest for true generosity of spirit. When you find it, keep it going all year long. It won’t be hard to do when the obscurity of the premise hits you so conspicuously that you can no longer deny it.

Copyright 2022, Monica Nelson

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Think Before You Indulge in the Self-Destructive Practice of Posting Selfies; 4 Mighty Reasons

I am always amazed at the number of Facebook and Instagram pages that host the owners page full of selfies. Some of these are 75%-95%, even 100% self-photographed pictures of the account owner. It is estimated that worldwide 93 million selfies are taken every day.  

But people tend to resent and be wary of people who post too many selfies. Even if you ignore the fact that most people abhor seeing those carefully coifed photos on your site, please don’t ignore the danger you are putting yourself in. The habit of taking selfies is destructive in many ways.

Here are four of the most potent reasons to break that selfie habit.

Self-imposed Mental Health Destroyer

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It has long been thought that social media in general, including selfie-promoting activities, was a source of negative emotions in people. A recent study has now shown marked changes like lower self-esteem and higher anxiety associated with the practice. If may seem like fun in the moment, but you experience body dissatisfaction later.

Giving Potential Employers a Reason to Reject You

We know that many potential employers go to Facebook and Instagram accounts with the intent of judging the character of any potential employee. Employers look to these sites to provide insight they may not get from a face-to-face interview – a kind of candid view while the candidate is presenting their true nature. Selfies can be associated with self-indulgence and narcissism. These two traits don’t reflect well on the candidate. Employers are looking for employees who are focused on their business and get along well with others at the organization.

The Criminal Element Gets in on the Action

Whenever there is a popular trend in the population, criminals are looking for ways to exploit that trend for their own benefit. Photos posted to the Internet can easily be downloaded and reuploaded to illegal websites. With current photo-editing software, it is easy to fuse photos together with little or no visible evidence showing that the photo was changed in any way. These photos are then uploaded to child pornography, trafficking and prostitution sites. This happens on a daily basis.

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It Could Be Your Final Act

People get so absorbed in getting the best shot that they do not pay attention to their safety. In fact, many people die every year from accidents that occur while taking a selfie. And the numbers continue to go higher. The United States is second in the list of most selfie deaths in the world. You may think it can’t happen to you. So did many of the people who found out the hard way that it was their final act.

Taking and posting selfies seems like harmless fun and an easy way to boost their image on social media, but it’s to your advantage to consider the risks before taking that next selfie.

Copyright 2022, Monica Nelson

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How to Straddle the Thin Line Between Optimum Performance and Overreaching

I like hanging plaques in my office that have words of wisdom on them. They remind me of what’s important in life and motivate me to pursue my personal mission. The other day, one of my newer plaques caught my eye. It was a particularly difficult day for focus. And I was chastising myself for not getting anything done. It said, “Let whatever you do today be enough.”

We live in demanding times. Life travels at the speed of your fastest piece of technology. If you’re like me, it can be exhausting trying to keep up. We demand a lot of ourselves and make unrealistic expectations. This can lead to a serious case of overreach. Overreach can turn quickly into burnout. Burnout is a serious health condition that can thwart everything you’ve worked for. Here are three steps you can take to minimize your exposure to excessive stress leading to burnout before it happens.

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Know Your Limits

We all have different limits of performance and capability. Superheroes are rare among the population. The rest of the human race has a limit – a boundary that is impassable. Only you can answer the question of where this limit is for you. Know where your ceiling is located. It’s unrealistic to demand more than you can give.

Knowing your limit is easy for some people. Internally they know when enough is enough. For others who have difficulty identifying their limit, here are some indicators:

  • Your brain seems to malfunction (fogginess, inability to concentrate, trouble with spatial awareness, memory problems, any changes in cognition, etc.);
  • Sleep, health, or weight changes;
  • Changes in your emotional health or state of mind.

Certain days may find you with limitless energy, motivation and production. Other days may be less accommodating. If your internal barometer is telling you that you’ve reached your day’s limit, pay attention. You have. Awareness is your best tool to predict overreach.

Promise Only What You Can Deliver

When you know your limits, respect them. Set your boundaries. And stick to them. Motivated people tend to believe that they can squeeze one or two more tasks into this or that timeslot. If you find that you are making mistakes, or not producing the quality you desire, step back and reassess your boundaries. Have you breached them?

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Honor Yourself

Whatever you do today, it is enough. It is more than enough. If you feel you have entered the overreach zone, slack off some, or take the day off completely. Do something different. Indulge in a hobby or spend time with friends. Whatever rejuvenates you. If you try to push through overreach, you will just be sabotaging yourself. When we demand too much of ourselves, our output and health suffer. Honor yourself by allowing time for that rejuvenation.

Straddling the line between optimum performance and overreach is not that hard to do. Be aware of your indicators, appreciate your boundaries, and allow for rejuvenation (you deserve it). When you do, your straddle will become a smooth and confident walk.

Copyright 2022, Monica Nelson

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Delight Loved Ones with Heartfelt Messages

Three seconds or less. That is the amount of time it takes for our emotions to process sensory input. And five times less than it takes for the cognitive part of our brain to process that same information. This is not surprising since most of our decisions/behaviors are formed from emotions over reason. Interesting as this is, what does it tell us about how we go about getting that message across to the people we want most to hear it.

Often, we rely upon the writers behind the sentiments showing up on greeting cards. This is a fabulous strategy if you can find exactly what you want to say. These writers are skilled at touching the very soul of an audience. If you are lucky enough to find a card that speaks exactly what your heart feels, the work is done for you. But what if you can’t find the right message?

Heartfelt messages that come directly from you are meaningful, but too few of us think we can do that, instead opting for a card message that is somewhat what we want to convey. Those messages don’t square with the recipient. There is something off about them. They may be beautifully written, but if they don’t resonate with the receiver, it is a wasted effort.

So, if you want to take on the task of touching someone emotionally with your own self-originated message, how do you start?


It starts months, even years, before. If your loved one is intimate in nature and openly shares their feelings with you, it will take less time. Find out who your cherished one is, what makes that person tick, what are the strengths that you appreciate the most about them. If you find it hard to recall when you sit down to write to them, keep notes on what you’ve found out (but don’t share those notes).

Connect with their Heart

When you sit down to draft your message, recall these personal elements and contemplate on how they make you feel. Experience the joy those traits bring to you. As you contemplate, make mental note of the emotions that pass between the two of you. Describe those emotions in the most passionate way. Use words that express deeply felt emotion. Here are some examples:

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  • Ardent
  • Astonishing
  • Awe
  • Beguile
  • Blissful
  • Breath-taking
  • Delightful
  • Ecstatic
  • Elated
  • Enchant
  • Jubilant
  • Marvelous
  • Mesmerizing
  • Openhearted
  • Thrill
  • Radiant
  • Rapturous
  • Rave

Be sure to use the words to describe true feeling. Anything less will come across as inauthentic.

Put it on Paper

Now you have the words to use in your sentiment. All you have to do is to put them on paper. If this is still a daunting task, go to the nearest card store or online and read a few messages. This should give you an idea of the form you want to use. Don’t copy what you read, but get into the rhythm of how it’s done.

If you feel shaky because it’s all new to you and you’re not polished at it, don’t worry. Any personalized message, whether card-worthy or not, will strike a touching nerve in your recipient because it came from your heart.

Copyright 2022, Monica Nelson

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