To the people who kept me sane on a monthly basis: Georgia Bragg, Leslie Margolis, Anne Reinhard, Christine Bernardi, Victoria Beck, Edith Cohn and Elizabeth Passarelli. I’m not sure how I’d do this without you guys cheering me on.
To this list, I must add Nan Marino, who was always at the end of the phone, or text, giving reassurance that I would, indeed, survive the writing of my second book. And third. And maybe even my fourth and fifth.
Stacey Barney and Rosemary Stimola, a talented twosome if ever there was one. Batman and Robin, Rogers and Astaire, Abbott and Costello—they’ve got nothing on you. Thank you for reading so deeply and helping me find the story. I would not have gotten it all together without your careful tending.
I’d also like to thank my childhood Italian family, who made things bearable and gave me so much material to work with. And my adult family, Kevin, Kate, Sara and Maddy. Thank you for putting up with my long journeys into night. You are my everythings.