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.

My need to win isn’t pretty, but it’s key to who I’ve always been
Money can’t buy happiness, but poverty can make you miserable
What dark magic will it take to get Obama re-elected? Merlin knows
Before you can rescue other folks, you have to learn to save yourself
Sad, but true: Neither Ron Paul nor any libertarian has chance to win
If you vote, you’re my real enemy — no matter who gets your vote
Just give us fake, happy smiles; who wants to hear your feelings?
Here is another random act of kindness amid hurricane recovery