There was a very brief period when I passionately wished I could have her back. It’s been so long that I have trouble remembering when it was. Maybe a dozen years ago? I’m not sure.
I no longer think about her very often — although I’ve written about her before — but I dreamed about her Tuesday night. I have no idea why. As I thought about the dream right after I woke up this morning, my first thought was, “Be careful what you wish for, David.”
In the dream, I still lived in the townhome where I lived for about 20 years in another Birmingham suburb. We had just married and she had moved in with me — but it felt more like a nightmare than a dream.
The narrative was less about her than it was about what she was doing to the space in which I lived. It felt very symbolic of something dark and dangerous going on in my mind and heart.

Egypt trying to prove democracy means tyranny of the majority
Without growth on similar paths, two people drift apart, love dies
Ghost from my past haunts me, but leaves me without answers
Too many voices with little to say: Politics matters less and less to me
Some of us don’t seem ‘wired up’ to stay sane working for others
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Anne, the cat who’d love to live in a shoe
Financial ignorance from your TV: Gold may not be around next year
Film’s tortured protagonist feels uncomfortably familiar to me
Defense mechanism led me to repress unacceptable emotions