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.

‘Citizen of the world’? Better to be sovereign than citizen of anywhere
You can’t see inside my heart, but my words invite you to know me
U.S. debt per capita worse than basket cases such as Greece
NYC schools ban ‘birthday,’ ‘crime,’ ‘dinosaur’ and ‘divorce’ from tests
The biggest question a human faces is how to live a good life
Live in ways that allow you to be the ‘light’ in life of one you love
In a world full of hate and hurt, love must be a conscious choice
The child in me never learned to feel at home as part of a group
An emotional vampire craves you, but he doesn’t know how to love