My heart beats a little quicker this week. There’s crisis in the air. There are problems to solve. And my instinct is to take care of the people I love.
We all react to a crisis in different ways. Mine is to want to take charge and create safety and stability for a family. So much of that sounds ridiculous in rational terms, but it’s who I am at the core.
I don’t have a family. I don‘t have anybody to take care of — except for my dog Lucy and my cats Merlin, Thomas and Molly. On top of that, I‘m in a period of transition. There’s nobody who loves me. There’s nobody who’s counting on me. Nobody needs me.
But I ache for someone to count on me. I long for a wife and children who look to me to help guide us through what could be difficult economic days ahead.
And I find myself saying once more, “Let me take care of you.”

We repeat what we fail to repair, so I keep re-learning old lessons
We rarely have wisdom we need ’til it’s too late to avoid mistakes
If parents excuse cheating, what should we expect from their kids?
Bill in Congress would force TSA screeners to quit impersonating cops
Drug raid in Birmingham points to folly and failure of the ‘drug war’
Want to return to a simpler world? Say ‘goodbye’ to cheeseburgers
Goodbye, Daddy
I’m looking at myself in mirror and asking difficult questions
As sowing comes before reaping, culture comes before politics