Since I began to chase my dreams to be an author, I’ve been lucky enough to gather a tribe of truly incredible women with whom I share this journey. I used to think that these fierce and wonderful female friendships and business relationships were rare and precious. And they are precious, but I was wrong about them being rare.
Throughout history, women have been supporting, elevating, protecting, and loving each other. Though our strict definition of the word tribe may have changed, the overall connotation has not. We need our tribe to survive. And as I look around at the wonderful change that is happening through and on behalf of women, I’m so happy to be here to see it.
Thank you, my ladies, for helping me to survive.
Thank you, Cynthia St. Aubin, for your tireless encouragement and your trust and bravery in the face of unthinkable adversity. You are my beacon and my safe place. I loved going through this crazy year with you. My person.
Thank you, Staci Hart, for your gigantic open heart and for the most precious resources you offer me with abandon: your time, your strength, and your many mad skills. Your generosity and your friendship are gifts I treasure beyond words. This entire project would have immolated without you.
Thank you, Christine, for the incalculable hours you spend on my behalf. I admire the living shit out of you and I owe you everything.
Thank you, Monique and the team at St. Martin’s, for having faith and patience and being the engine that puts my stories into the world.
Thank you, Janna Macgregor, for the bitch fests and the brainstorming.
Thank you, Claire Marti, Kimberly Rocha, RL Merrill, Ellay Branton, Eva Moore, Kimberlie Faye, Dawn Winter, Janet Snell, Lori Foster, Penny Reid, E.V. Echols, Nikita Navalkar, Maida Malby, Martha DelVecchio, Marielle Browne, Cindy Nielsen, Kelli Zimmerman, and the many others who are there with a quick read, an opinion, a word of encouragement, a shout-out online, a hug at a conference, and some wonderful words I get to read for fun.
Just … thank you.