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.

We can’t have real freedom without also allowing discrimination
Blind faith in our ability to reason led to arrogance, false certainty
Unexpected proposal leaves me pondering my craving to be loved
After 13 years in the making, a dad delivers perfect graduation present
Shame and Fear still stand guard over my efforts to chase dreams
We’re all broken, but some of us find meaning in broken partners
FRIDAY FUNNIES
If you participate in sham of voting, you’re responsible for what it creates
We don’t know how to love until we learn to set our egos aside