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.

Film’s tortured protagonist feels uncomfortably familiar to me
As nightmares plague my friends, I’m grateful mine have subsided
How do renegade ‘weird ideas’ grow and spread to win acceptance?
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Sam, the baby kitten I stole
Visit from his dead parents shook father’s disbelief in supernatural
I’d be thrilled if Ron Paul were elected, but I won’t vote for him
Taking Donald Trump seriously means ‘Idiocracy’ is already here
AUDIO: Spark between two hearts can be beautiful mystery of love
Girl to mom after parents fight: ‘Mom, is this what love will be?’