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.

You can change your story, but you first must throw away the old ones
Little boy for whom I was named shows what my mother hoped for
What if we planted for future instead of spending for today?
Dead man’s watch always there to remind me of my own mortality
You can’t see inside my heart, but my words invite you to know me
Have choice between two loves? Failing to choose may lose both
If you made bad partner choice, it’s up to you to make a change
Listen as Aya Katz interviews me live about my close furry friends
How one woman’s grand gesture for love turned into a nightmare