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.

If there’s something you must do, income and vocation might clash
How we live our lives can allow us to redeem dark family history
You can’t see inside my heart, but my words invite you to know me
Children’s joy and innocence pierce my heart, bring me hope
After years of silence, it’s time to tell the truth about my father
Why are so many of us afraid of the love and happiness we want?
Fear and shame can leave us in a fog that destroys relationships
Political attitudes about race prove we’re still living in a tribal world
Ethnic Indian wins Miss America? Who cares? Bigots seem upset