Dreams

My Hard, Lonely and Strangely Magical Trip through Young Widowhood

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Two years after my husband's death, good days have finally returned — and so have bad dreams.

The Pittsburgh of My Dreams

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By day, I am aware that 23 years have passed since my father’s death. When I close my eyes, it’s a different story.

My Sister, The Fly

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The most persistent house fly entered my world the same day my sister left it. But what I didn’t realize was that my sister hadn’t actually left.

Closing My Eyes, Seeing My Father

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I refused to look at my dad in the morgue — a decision I came to second-guess. Then my father showed up in my dreams.