The kind you’re born with, the kind you choose, the kind that teach Catholic school
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Julia McCahill lives and writes in Annapolis, Maryland, going “every day to the place where myth, dream, and art come together.”
The phone wakes me during the night. I rush to answer it because I have just been dreaming of Dad and imagine the call might be about him. It’s a wrong number, but I’m not annoyed. Catching a dream of Dad is like catching a rare, prize fish. The unconscious has goofed and let me see something it usually hides.