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 corridor to a small office at the end. Iris closed the door carefully behind us, sat down at her desk, and gestured for me to take the chair across from her.

“Liv, this isn’t talcum powder or cornstarch,” she began without any cushioning preamble. “This is a very dangerous toxic substance.”

The word hung in the air between us like a death sentence.continue reading …