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.

I don’t know how to fix race issues, but anger at race-baiters won’t help
Why did I really feel annoyed? They were happy; I was jealous
We learn lessons as we mature, but it’s usually too late by then
When politicians insist the ‘war on drugs’ is working, they’re just following majoritarian incentives
After long but necessary detours, the beginning finally nears for me
Why not join the LP? You can’t fight the state by becoming the state
Pop culture creates overgrown kids in adult bodies who won’t grow up
With bumbling federal response, terrorist attack achieved objectives
Taking risks, working for big goals can create success, joy, exhilaration