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If you were to disregard all of the file folders, books, and scribbled sticky notes, one of the first things you'd notice about my office is my fondness for the movie, The Wizard of Oz . Along the walls and bookshelves are postcards of Dorothy and The Wicked Witch, a stuffed Scarecrow, and a Cowardly Lion hand puppet. There's also an 18-inch rainbow on my desk. It's really a candleholder, a simple black ornamental bridge with small glass votives of red, orange, yellow, gre

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,

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