In my dreams, my husband and my ex-husband appear united. It is as if my subconscious has created a category for the word husband and slipped both of these men into the one slot. Dreamtime: I might be eating dinner with one, or shopping for groceries, or painting a wall. The paintbrush rises up and I'm beside David, my husband. The paintbrush comes down and I'm beside Scott, my ex-husband. Like a two-person model of the Holy Trinity they are an unholy divinity: one and the same; separate but one.
Red Room's beautiful and charming Gina Misiroglu suggested I write more on this for AOL. I followed her suggestion, and hope you'll check it out:
Causes Jessica Blau Supports
Baltimore School for the Arts, 826DC, CityLit Project.