I had a terrible day. A lot of things went wrong and I found myself wanting to get as far away from human beings as possible. I was frustrated and angry with everybody, it seemed.
But then I got home and found my porch light on and the lights on inside my office. For a moment, I believed someone was there waiting for me.
And for that brief moment, I was fully aware of how much I need people — and to have someone who really is at home for me.

Eviction leaves me sifting through collateral damage of a broken life
In a culture of cold, ‘no strings’ sex, only emotional intimacy fills needs
Bachmann’s attack on Obama’s TelePrompTer was cynical hypocrisy
Suicide’s what happens when you can’t find reasons to keep living
We already know what’s right, but we choose our lusts instead
When politicians insist the ‘war on drugs’ is working, they’re just following majoritarian incentives
Would you have been on a ship? Or back home complaining?
Attaining excellence may require some time in painful mediocrity