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.

Once you’ve found the right love, build your whole world around her
Romantic attraction is a trickster, appearing when we least expect it
Almost all of us feel alienation if we don’t find a place to call home
When I’ve done something great, nothing seems impossible to me
Counting on the status quo? Do you have a plan in case things collapse?
AUDIO: I might not love you if I don’t imagine that you’re perfect
Autumn color has finally arrived,
Cat’s ordeal reminds me that bad things happen right under my nose
The drama of a world gone mad leaves me longing for real peace