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

“cool girlfriend”—the understanding one, the mature one, the one who didn’t make things difficult—that I’d stopped being myself entirely.

My friend Ava had seen it months ago. We’d been having coffee at our favorite café when she’d asked, point-blank, “Are you actually happy?”

I’d given her the standard response, the automatic deflection. “Yeah, of course.continue reading …