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 scrub away not just the powder but the terrible knowledge that was beginning to dawn.

Then I returned to the bedroom, retrieved rubber gloves and plastic bags from the kitchen, pulled the gloves on with shaking hands, took a small resealable sandwich bag, and carefully collected a tiny sample of the white powder from the bedspread. I sealed it carefully continue reading …