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.

Maybe looming defense cuts mean U.S. has to quit invading countries
To heal from narcissistic abuse, you have to stop hurting yourself
Don’t be shocked if insane system produces narcissistic leaders
No, I can’t support your campaign; changing candidates won’t fix things
No matter where I might ever live, the South will always be my home
If you want to win a chess match, you have to play chess, not lecture the other players
Reading through hundreds of my old articles has been unsettling
There are lessons for our lives in the joy and innocence of children