If not for the New York Writers Workshop, Julian Twerski would never have drawn his first breath. My gratitude to the organization is enduring.
This book wouldn’t have been written without the suggestions, criticisms, proddings, and occasional hisses from the usual crew: Linda Helble (along with Spencer and Spicy Jane), Charles Salzberg (friend, mentor, and third-base coach of dubious judgment), Eric Rosenberg (memory jogger and lifelong friend), Allison Estes (whose literary insight is exceeded only by her psychic resilience), and Mississippi Luke.
It wouldn’t have been sold without the patience and diligence of Scott Gould of the RLR Agency.
It wouldn’t have come together in its present form without the wisdom and guidance, and the gentle editorial hand, of Chelsea Eberly of Random House.