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.

‘Hey, do you already have a wife? My mom doesn’t have a husband’
When we feel we’ve lost control, our behavior stops making sense
Friend’s happy family and career remind me how good life can be
I’m the common denominator in all of my failed relationships
We’re more like other animals than we like to admit to anyone
Too many voices with little to say: Politics matters less and less to me
Dems, GOP name Charlotte Clinton and future Bush baby for 2056
We don’t know how to love until we learn to set our egos aside
Friday’s article will be delayed