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.”

A month after my father’s death, it doesn’t feel real that he’s gone
What if biggest risk to our lives comes from our own unhappiness?
The child in me never learned to feel at home as part of a group
Why did we slowly let them strip our neighborhoods of most trees?
Wall Street protester accidentally illustrates power of voluntary action
I want to help out of pure love, but human motives are messy
In the middle of world’s madness, happiness makes me think of her
Shame and Fear still stand guard over my efforts to chase dreams
Party of ‘limited government’ fails when given chance to shrink state