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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,

Some years ago, my father, grandmother, and Jag, our beloved cat, died within a few months of each other. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. A very big truck. For about a six-month period, I honestly didn't know how I managed to get from Point A to Point B. The pain was quite intense at first, and then my body went numb, my feet felt like they were sloshing through the thickest mud, and I was getting absolutely nowhere. For me, the world had lost its luster, its color,

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