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.

Get over it: There’s no media conspiracy against your beliefs
Politicians have no right dictating the menu of your kid’s Happy Meal
We can’t have real freedom without also allowing discrimination
We’re trapped in our own heads, fearful of other folks’ judgment
Best ways for man to love woman flow from how he lives every day
Lives change in moments of truth when we stop lying to ourselves