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

Why would you ask that?”

“Because you don’t seem like you anymore,” she’d said, stirring her latte without looking at me. “You seem like you’re performing Maya instead of being Maya.”

I’d brushed it off. Told her she was reading too much into things, that relationships required compromise, that Derek was good to me.

But she was right. I’d been performing.continue reading …