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.

to be the star of your party, I’m telling you honestly.”

I looked at my reflection and saw an elegant woman in a luxurious dress. Yes, it suited me beautifully. Yes, I looked genuinely lovely.

So why was I still tormented by this nagging, inexplicable sense of dread?

I ran my hands over the fabric experimentally, feeling the hem, the waist, the sleeves.continue reading …