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.

warning echoing in my mind, that barely-acknowledged discomfort came flooding back with new significance.

I stood and walked to the window. Darkness still pressed against the glass, though the eastern sky was beginning to lighten with the first pale hints of approaching dawn. The digital clock on the microwave showed 5:00 AM exactly. I still had an continue reading …