THANKS AND HUGS TO:
My remarkable editor, Joy Peskin, whose well of positive feedback never runs dry, and who has assured me that, if all else fails, I will have a bright future naming pharmaceutical drugs.
My extremely patient literary agent, Rebecca Sherman, for waiting ten years.
The Clemson sorority girls in my Intro to Rhetoric and Argument class, for bringing Marnie to life.
The nuns of Nonneberg Abbey, especially Sister Berthe, Sister Sophia, and Sister Stein, who kept me laughing—and harmonizing—during the final stages of this book.
Everyone I ever dragged into one of my talent show acts, for being awesome.
Julie, my neighbor and dear friend, for appreciating the pillbox hat.
My dad, for the brooms he sold to buy me that orange typewriter.
My husband, the business guru, for “paradigm shift,” “benchmarking,” and “value added,” and for his unwavering support.
Jack, Ben, and Emma, for lighting the way.
My mom, for being the strongest person I know. I love you.