After I choose my colors each week, I start by researching what that Crayola crayon looks like. I then think all around the name for ideas, pulling images from my photos or online for inspiration. When I finally start to write, I believe I know the direction my writing will take me. Then, suddenly, my muse surprises me with a different idea, and I usually like it better. Well, this week I chose the colors: Denim Blush Gold They showed me they had something unexpected in common—my beautiful...

There are. few things I really don't mind about winter in New England. Getting to wear my oversized snuggly sweaters, The amazing blue color of the sky How thick, rich, warm soups taste on a snowy day and if you just stop and listen, the silence you hear trudging through the snow. But I have to admit.... on a few of these sub-zero days, I begin to understand why snowbirds fly south. Brrrrrr! Outside my window this week during the blizzard. Inspired by New England winters, here are the colors...

Growing up in a mostly white town, my only interaction with people of color were Karen Miller and Pat Davis in my home room, who were bused in from Boston in the late '70's VERY early every morning to the suburbs for their education. And even then, homeroom was so short that you really didn't have time to get to know each other. When I think about it now, I can't imagine the stress busing added to the students and their families. I am embarrassed to say that, till recently, I never took the...