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.

Conservatives have lost their way as few defend individual freedom
For all my life, I’ve hidden anger in order to be ‘perfect’ to others
As world spirals toward chaos,
I can’t help wanting to replay life with emotionally healthy parents
‘Hey, do you already have a wife? My mom doesn’t have a husband’
Find the partner who needs you; don’t be someone’s backup plan
Beauty queen’s suicide leaves me pondering lesson of Richard Cory
Do tales of ‘Black Friday violence’ reflect reality or just our bias?
Hug awakens realization of how much I’ve missed human touch