The Day I Dreamed
My first blog assignment was to write about a day I dreamed, but my dreams died years ago and I have struggled in this saturnine fight to invent a dream that does not end in death. All I write is death, mostly mine. This was not always true. At five, maybe six, I wrote a short story about a cat and I don’t think the cat died. Perhaps as punishment, my mother smothered me in…