for the community of bloggers and blog readers who made up my extended family in 2008. I am so grateful for your morale-boosting comments and for checking in on me regularly.
for superwoman, Susan Schulman, bitingly funny, supportive, protective, and beyond knowledgeable.
for my editor, Michelle Rapkin, whose empathy and kindness are perfectly balanced with her strength and honesty. Oh, and I think she might be able to read my mind.
for three of the best friends a gal could hope for: Grace Bulger, Jefferson Burns, and Scott Woldman. I admire each one of you and love you very much.
for Anne Ford, who lit this crazy fire.
for Kerry Maiorca at Bloom Yoga Studio, and the generous instructors, staff, and students who make it my second home.
for my inspiring mother and father: words cannot express my gratitude for your encouragement and love. I can convey my feelings for you only through interpretive dance.
for the best sistah a girl could wish for, Elisabeth. Your challenging questions have kept me on my toes. You are one smart (vegan, high-fiber, gluten-free) cookie.
and lastly, but never leastly, for my Jim. How on earth would I have survived this without you? Impossible! You are a delicious combination of patience and encouragement, smothered in spicy salsa, wrapped inside an adorable tortilla. I can almost promise I’ll never put you through anything like this again.