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.

In a saner world, we would never hear a word about Jussie Smollett
Advocates of ‘limited government’ are the true utopian dreamers
Silly controversy over Cadillac ad reminds us we want different things
Tuesday’s Senate vote reminds me of German ‘Enabling Act’ of 1933
The child in me never learned to feel at home as part of a group
‘Cash for clunkers’ was an even bigger clunker than we first realized
If there’s something you must do, income and vocation might clash
So you’ve rescued dogs and cats, but how about a baby elephant?