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.

Group conflict isn’t as simple as tales of good guys vs. bad guys
Grief keeps reopening the door my loving mother walked out of
I’d like to help change the world, but politics is no longer my hobby
N.C. Eagle Scout can’t graduate after accidentally bringing gun to school
I don’t claim to know the solution, but the modern church has failed
Life’s path can change direction when you’re ready for real love
‘Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men’s blood… Make big plans’
Nobody’s perfect as a mate, but Mary Poppins was pretty close