By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

What demons cause us to abandon one who offers what we need?
Good riddance, UAB football: Taxes shouldn’t subsidize college sports
Time to face facts: Most people don’t really want individual liberty
I still have trouble accepting that my idealized world doesn’t exist
Cycles keep us circling through life until we get something right
What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?
Pearl Harbor: Simple sneak attack or culmination of FDR’s plan for war?
Roy Moore just the latest in the long line of politicians who want control