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.

‘Curing’ unpopular beliefs through psychiatry is throwback to ugly past
For pure ignorance, it’s hard to beat Occupy Wall Street protest signs
Listen as Aya Katz interviews me live about my close furry friends
Confirmation bias means most of us assume our opponents are ‘morans’
Trust and spontaneous order don’t require heavy hand of the state
Christmas stands for quiet truths: love, faith, community and family
Loss of cultural consensus means violent conflict in decades ahead
Wait, was she flirting with me? My history shows I’m clueless