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.

To save my own sanity, it’s time for me to shut up about Trump
I have new book coming about living well in a broken culture
Capitol rioters weren’t SS troops, just woeful losers living a fantasy
Caine’s Arcade: Watch a 9-year-old boy have the best day of his life
Governments can recognize rights, but no government creates rights
Totalitarians want to seize your cash as the moral rot continues
Democrats to Cory Booker: There’s no room for honesty in politics
More than ever, big crisis makes me long for family to take care of