The Night Before My Birthday, My Late Father Came to Me in a Dream and Said, “Don’t Wear the Green Dress.” The Next Morning, I Saw It — and Realized He’d Been Right to Warn Me.

voice, in the way his eyes had tracked me when he talked about the dress, had created a faint discomfort I couldn’t quite articulate. I had immediately dismissed the feeling as paranoid and ungrateful.

Mark just wants everything to be perfect, I had told myself firmly. That’s why he seems anxious.

Now, sitting in my pre-dawn kitchen with my father’s continue reading …