I’ve been hurt — very badly — by someone I’ve loved. You’ve been hurt, too.
And since we know how badly broken trust feels, why is it that we choose to love again? Why do we choose to trust someone again? Once we’ve lived long enough to know what hurt feels like — and to know that someone else might very well leave us hurting once again — why do we trust?
I’ve been asking myself this question tonight. I don’t really like the answers I’m coming up with — but I don’t know another way to live.

Idiotic idea of the year: Turn email over to the U.S. Postal Service
I don’t like to admit this, but recent changes leave me afraid
A reminder to friends of liberty: Others don’t understand our beliefs
Self-compassion is difficult when harsh inner judge condemns you
Children’s affection can turn a lousy day into a reason to smile
Cats, dogs and children teach me efficiency doesn’t always matter
Why can we sabotage ourselves?
Kind words can make difference for stressed parents at Christmas
Being treated with respect changed black teen’s racial beliefs in 1974