This book is dedicated to my daughter, Deignan Tucker, because I would never have survived all this without her, and to my husband, Zaron W. Burnett, Jr., who once read all the journals at my invitation and said: Men don’t know a damn thing about how women think. We’re not just wrong.We’re completely wrong. Big love always to my son-in-law, Will Tucker; to my grandchildren, Michael, Chloe, Bailey, and Averie; and to my family. Thanks to my friends whose names appear here simply because their lives intersected with mine, and to those whose names do not. You know who you are.