Make a Wish

An occasional series based on stuff that hangs in my room… or my heart.

Wishes are funny things.

When I was young, there were so many things I wished for: to be thinner or shorter. To have Michael Strum (first grade, I believe) fall in love with me and get married. Most of my wishes didn’t come to fruition in the way I had wanted, and so I became more pragmatic about what was and wasn’t going to happen. I stopped baying at the moon.

Then in my late forties, two important things happened. Thro...