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.”

It’s time to change my story and reinvent myself — one more time
Home is just a dream that some among us are still searching for
Student scolded for saving a life; School doesn’t ‘condone heroics’
NOTEBOOK: The forest is burning, so quit arguing about single trees
Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die
If you vote, you’re my real enemy — no matter who gets your vote
Hey, you! If you’re in New Jersey, you help pay for ‘Jersey Shore’
3 years after my father’s death, happy memories getting stronger
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Oliver, the furball who taught me to love cats