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To my grandmother Ruth, who inspired me to think about things a little differently before it was too late.
To my husband, who showed me what it was to have a good life with someone who loved me.
To my son, who reminds me every time I think about him that good things and great people can show up when you least expect them to.
To my mother, who taught me early that just because someone says they love you, that does not make it true.
To Collette, my sister, who taught me that ‘family’ doesn’t mean blood, and blood isn’t always family.