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.

No matter how ‘defeated’ you are, there’s a way to transform yourself
We repeat what we fail to repair, so I keep re-learning old lessons
Santa Claus at a loss when Rosie comes to tell him her troubles
‘Cash for clunkers’ was an even bigger clunker than we first realized
Goodbye, Emily (2009-2015)
How much of what we do is driven by our unconscious social scripts?
Town’s new fine for public profanity points to problem of ‘public’ spaces
When I’ve done something great, nothing seems impossible to me
The goals we chase can become chains that hold us in bondage