All I want and all I need
Is someone who believes in me.
— Reese Roper, “Suckerpunch”
I’ve never felt as loved and understood as I felt when I read her email that night.
It was years ago, and I hadn’t thought about what she wrote for a very long time. I thought the memory was safely packed away in my unconscious — in a box marked, “Dangerous: Do not open.”
The box opened all by itself late Friday night and memories came tumbling out. I have no idea why. I can’t explain it. But for the last 24 hours or so, I’ve been filled with memories of feelings which are awful and terrible and painful — but also sweet and loving and healing.
I honestly can’t say whether this is good or bad. I just know the memories hurt my heart, but they also remind me so much of what I long to feel again.

Noise of culture isn’t evil, but it drowns out what really matters
Life choices: What’s important enough to spend your life doing?
Without the state, who would plow roads? We and our neighbors will
If we disrespect skilled trades, we’re ignorant and arrogant fools
Democrat congressman: Tea Party wants blacks ‘hanging on a tree’
Politicians, empires come and go; only love and nature will endure
‘You cannot love in moderation’; lukewarm love’s worse than none
When it comes to politics and race, double standards are everywhere
Left-wing distortions of church just as toxic as right-wing kinds