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.

and tucked it into my jacket pocket.

I folded the dress as carefully as I could without disturbing the remaining powder, packed it into a large garbage bag, tied it shut securely, and hid it in the back corner of my closet where Mark wouldn’t notice it.

Then I stripped off the gloves, washed my hands again until they were practically raw, got dressed continue reading …