Why My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream About What I Was Wearing

actually going to be a conversation.

Saturday. Our housewarming party.

Thirty people expected. Music, food, drinks. His coworkers, his gym buddies, a few of my friends from work and softball. Our first “real” party since moving in together six months ago.

“What about it?” I asked, wiping my hands on the grease-stained rag I kept tucked in my back pocket.continue reading …