I’ve now managed to write two books in a row that feature single moms with erratic behaviour. I must clarify that they are nothing like my own mom. Mom, you were a single parent, but you were, and are, a rock, and I love you more than I can express.
The hair design school in this book is named after my dear friend Will Berto. Will, you left us far too early, but you live on in the hearts and minds of all of your friends. I love you and miss you.
Finally – with the exception of the underwear-flushing incident – this is entirely a work of my imagination. However, if George Clooney would ever like to meet to discuss any aspects of this novel, I’ll drop everything and be right over.