For my husband’s mother, the Devorah Lehrman of this story, whom I never met
For my own mother, who shared my love of old-fashioned books for children
For my father, who taught me about crafting words
For my siblings, whose support and critical direction were essential to this story
For my Aunty Rhoda in the book-lined house on Avenue Normandie
For my husband and sons, who make my life good