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.

11 children left orphaned by plane crash remind me how fickle life is
New command from the French state: ‘Thou shalt not say Facebook or Twitter on TV or radio’
I need responsibility for slaying dragons to protect those I love
FRIDAY FUNNIES
The Alien Observer: Craving predictability in a world gone mad
New Star Trek film is reminder that adults aren’t running Hollywood
Friend’s happy family and career remind me how good life can be
Intuition sometimes tells you when someone is worth chasing
‘What’s the worth of one warm smile? Go and ask the dead man’