Well well well, it’s Valentine’s Day month. Yes, month. This is really my friend Yolanda Foster's month because she is the biggest romantic that I know. The gates of her old Santa Barbara house had a giant heart carved into them. Yolanda loves love. Years ago, when we were both single mothers, dateless, we had a little Valentine’s Day dinner for all of our children. After dinner, Yolanda and I were depressed because we had no interesting men in our lives at the time, so we went upstairs to her secret closet and sat on the floor, cracked open her safe and looked at all of the beautiful jewelry that the previous men in her life had given her. Hi Julio Iglesias. Even though this is technically Yolanda’s area of expertise, I will attempt to exemplify my version of Valentines Day/Month. Over the next couple of weeks, let’s look at beautiful examples of Valentine’s Day and as usual, let’s look at some crappy examples of Valentine’s Day. First up, love letters. For me, this is the single most endearing testament of true love. It is taking the time, the thought and the consideration to sit down, open your heart and put on paper, for a lifetime, your true feelings whether to your girlfriend, your spouse, your children, your pets or your friends.