My heart beats a little quicker this week. There’s crisis in the air. There are problems to solve. And my instinct is to take care of the people I love.
We all react to a crisis in different ways. Mine is to want to take charge and create safety and stability for a family. So much of that sounds ridiculous in rational terms, but it’s who I am at the core.
I don’t have a family. I don‘t have anybody to take care of — except for my dog Lucy and my cats Merlin, Thomas and Molly. On top of that, I‘m in a period of transition. There’s nobody who loves me. There’s nobody who’s counting on me. Nobody needs me.
But I ache for someone to count on me. I long for a wife and children who look to me to help guide us through what could be difficult economic days ahead.
And I find myself saying once more, “Let me take care of you.”

Does Ron Paul lead in Iowa? Does it matter for the long term if he does?
You always need enough money that you can quit when it’s time
Tribal hatreds around me mean detour on road to personal peace
How many warnings can life give us when something’s gone wrong?
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Lucy, the dog who used to live on a chain
We’re great at making big plans, but God laughs at our intentions
We like to think we’re complex, but personality gurus pegged me
U.S. wasted $60 billion in war funds: Is anyone honestly surprised?
We’re celebrating Lucy’s second ‘adoptiversary’ in our furry home