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 road, the traffic lights, the pedestrians, everything seeming surreal and disconnected, as if I were watching a movie about someone else’s life.

Iris met me at the entrance to the laboratory building before I even made it to the door. She was wearing her white lab coat, her dark hair pulled back severely, her normally warm face set in grim, professional continue reading …