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.

My need to rescue my child self fuels my urge to rescue animals
With each ‘improvement,’ we’re losing family and community
Whose life is it anyway? Police taser man trying to protect home from fire
If principles of First Amendment still apply, principles of Second do, too
If you believe watching porn won’t hurt anyone, you’re wrong
Time to face facts: Most people don’t really want individual liberty
Most narcissists instinctively steal approval that you deserve
Instinctive desire to ‘do something’ almost always leads to bad policy
Political systems built on coercion will always produce cheats, liars