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First, many thanks to Claudia Wilde, Elizabeth Gibson and C.A. Casey of Bedazzled Ink for their belief in Dreams of Drowning and for all their work bringing this book into the world.
Next, I recognize with appreciation:
My Second Life writer’s group: Adele Ward, Colin Bell and Chris Mooney Singh, real friends I met in a virtual world.
The Chautauqua Writers Center
The Tucson Festival of Books
Literary friends: Haviva Ner David, Monika Becker Amy Brown, Kate Borduas, Maureen Fielding, Carolyn Gold, Maris Soule, Lu Anne Stewart, and Judy Rousseau
My alpha reader, Karla Bell
And last, but not least, special thanks to my wonderful family: Mark, Ann, Elana, and Les for their boundless love, encouragement, and support
“Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.” — Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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“People like us who believe in physics know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.” — Albert Einstein, from 1955 letter of condolence to the family of Michele Besso
“Help!” Joanie’s shouts are barely audible above the wind and the roar of the outboard motor as she struggles to keep her head above the waves. I put my hands over my ears and close my eyes, but she’s still there, still struggling to stay above the water, the panic in her eyes a mirror of my own, her pale, freckled skin, her green eyes fraught with horror, identical to mine. I watch helpless, my heart pounding, until she disappears, as she always does, beneath the roiling waters of Lake Ontario.