Intimidating words. Plucky Dorothy Gale—the protagonist in Frank Baum’s The Wizard of Oz—isn’t scared off for long. Eventually, she’ll confront her fear of witches because she wants to go home.
In parts of my life, I’m like Dorothy. When
my own “Over the Rainbow” dreams of singing on Broadway and writing books met
with setbacks, I threw my support behind my husband’s acting career. All I
asked for—if he made it—was a house in Beverly Hills where I could write. This
never materialized. I went back to school and bought myself a house in Virginia
Beach.
I could have done that earlier, but—like Dorothy—I had to learn it for myself.
