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.

Social media is an addictive drug, so I’m kicking my Facebook habit
FRIDAY FUNNIES
GAME: Can you find names of the last 20 commenters on this site?
If president can just ignore laws, what’s the purpose of having laws?
How can you help someone who doesn’t really want to keep living?
Your life is built from choices, while the days of your life go by