The voice I heard in my head was my own, but it was some deeper part of me. It was calmly telling me something I needed to know.
“I’m going to marry that woman,” the voice said. And then my startled conscious self whispered the words back, as though I was in a trance for a moment.
I had never seen the woman before until that moment that I saw a photo of her. In time, we did fall in love, but we haven’t married. Not yet. Maybe my gut was wrong that day.
I have no idea how my gut knows things. I grew up accepting that my instincts told me things I could trust. For years, I assumed everybody was the same way.
My instincts are mostly about people, which helped in politics.
The first time I met Steve was at his office. He was going to run for state Senate and an intermediary had set up this meeting to see whether I might consult for his campaign.
I’ll never forget what I felt when I looked into his eyes that day.

We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
Society needs storytellers to help make sense of a changing world
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love
Hearing what your gut whispers might save you from wrong path
If you’re out of place somewhere, nobody’s going to be very happy
I often need to remind myself what I still believe to be true
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone