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.

the dress on a padded hanger in my closet and stood for a long time just staring at it.

Beautiful. Expensive. Sewn with obvious care and skill.

Or was it?

Don’t wear the dress from your husband.

My father’s voice rang in my head again with that same urgent intensity, and I realized with growing certainty that I simply couldn’t ignore the dream. There had continue reading …