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.

FRIDAY FUNNIES
This is my private confessional; the truths I write often scare me
Law profs: the Constitution means whatever we say it means
Don’t be so quick to walk away; you might be close to success
We’re slowly losing our religion, but we manage to find new gods
Loving a depressed person means holding tightly on trips through hell
Get over it: There’s no media conspiracy against your beliefs