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.

Love & Hope — Episode 4:
Does Ron Paul lead in Iowa? Does it matter for the long term if he does?
It’s OK to volunteer for tornado cleanup, but only if you’re not a pro
13 observations as we watch for the world to burn in Trump era
Moral priorities: ‘If we free the slaves, who will pick the cotton?’
If you’re depressed about losing, libertarians are standing by to help
Is ‘galvanic skin response’ a way to measure how much kids learn?
Words I wrote as idealistic teen suggest I’m still the same inside