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.”

I’ll never really know my mother and I’m envious of those who do
Shame almost got me fired — and shame still haunts me years later
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I’m shutting the whole world out, but I’m also waiting to be rescued
Buffet’s hypocrisy: His company owes IRS $1 billion in back taxes
Police shut down dealer in the never-ending ‘War on Lemonade’
Local politics isn’t a Frank Capra movie; it’s every man for himself
Don’t be shocked if insane system produces narcissistic leaders