When I was a little girl, I had a recurring dream that a beautiful woman with dark hair smiled benevolently down at me. “Would you like to see your life?” She asked. “How you live, and how you die?” I can be a bit on the impatient side. I’ve always struggled with the urge to read the last page of the book first, so I let the woman take me by the hand. She led me into an ornate theater. Twin angels stood on either side of red curtains. “Just say the word,” she … [Read more...]