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My husband knows better than to ask me how I slept the night before. Inevitably, I tell him about yet another crazy dream I’ve had. Inevitably, he wears that same forced smile as I recount my adventures in a few long breaths. Once I dreamt about lions in hotels. That’s totally normal, right? I was hosting a writers conference (location unknown) and I was staying in the same hotel as the attendees. In this hotel, there were live lions in the closets—one per guest room. Anyway,

One of my favorite writing spots is the observation deck at Scarborough Beach in Narragansett, Rhode Island. It's cool, covered, and where I wrote the entire script for my Joywriting with the Dolphins teleseminar. Once I watched a little girl playing in the waves. She had a long, brunette braid and wore a hot pink and black wetsuit, screaming in delight as the waves teased and tickled her feet. Each time a foamy white cap approached her, she’d jump, squeal, and bob up and d

I don't want to write today. I really don't. I want to make jewelry. I want to read a book. I want to contemplate my navel. I want to rewatch a hilarious YouTube video I found with Craig Ferguson and Robin Williams engaged in a lightning round of irreverent banter. I want to laugh. Instead, I call my mother and we chat about our health and the high cost of prescription drugs. After I hang up, I want to become an activist. I want to start a petition, sign a petition, and prote

Hot. So. Darn. Hot. I’ve never been a fan of the dog days of summer, so I am very grateful that Nick installed our air conditioners before I seriously began to melt. But there’s one thing that’s really driving me crazy: I’m having a serious banana and coconut craving! Ever since the temperature crept up to 90 degrees last month, I’ve been on the lookout for that lovely banana/coconut aroma that seems to only be found on suntanning bodies at beaches farther away than ou

It’s no secret that I’m passionate about the ocean. And color. And writing. So when I get a “nudge” to combine all three into one playshop, well, that’s not work—that’s a vacation! Have you ever seen dolphins at play? They’re champions at having fun. They swim, blow bubbles, whistle to their friends and jump and twirl in the air. The ocean is their playground. Writers have a playground, too. It’s called the imagination. One of the many things I’ve learned about dolphins is a