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.

We’re happier if we learn to ‘sell’ ourselves to people who want us
What’s the difference between a cop and an actual peace officer?
Slow death of painful past leaves me trapped in fog of depression
Freedom lovers, why do so many of you still blindly trust the GOP?
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love
As humans live in slums, why do I complain about my privileged life?
World is a surreal alien landscape where nothing makes sense to me
Obama channeling Heinlein’s ghost: ‘…we’ve had a run of bad luck’