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.”

There’s little unity to be found in our supposedly United States
If you accept that you’re a fool, being wrong is a lot less scary
The cesspool is deep and toxic, but I’m to blame if I remain there
Lack of ability to think plays a role in public acceptance of higher taxes
HUMOR: The senator chooses whether to live in heaven or hell
Sex is everywhere in our culture, but we’re starved for intimacy
Trendy ‘anti-racists’ don’t realize they’ve been conned by Marxists
Warning: Don’t trust in politicians; they’re always going to disappoint