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It is a privilege and an honor to be able to maintain control over my work through indie publishing. Your belief in my dream continues to take my breath away.
May your kindness and generosity return to you tenfold.
With gratitude, for all my soul mates and life teachers:
My ancestors, thank you for your journey.
My brother, for all the sanity checks, dream believing, and laughter.
My sister, for all the insightful chin wags and belly laughs from Oz.
My “other brother” P., my fellow Detroit Lions fanatic and brutal truth teller, you remind me that normal is complete crap by living your life outside all expectations.
C., K., and L., my blessed moon sisterhood, filled with immeasurable light and love. Thank you.
My cousin R., the queen of perseverance and perpetual cat rescuer, who helps me laugh at myself by never taking herself too seriously. Her daughter A., my lovely muse.
My mother, who encouraged me not to settle for normal. I love your goofy giggle.
My mother-in-law, fellow Halloween lover, most well-read bibliophile, and best advice giver ever. Thank you for raising an exceptional, kind, generous man. He is the best gift you could ever give me.
Our sons E. and C., this story exists because of your patience, humor, brainstorming, and wisdom. Thank you for taking care of the pets and not burning the house down while I write and for believing in me even when I doubted myself. I love you both more than words can express.
My husband and best friend, without your sacred love and endless support, I would not be a wife, a mother, or a writer. I am so grateful every day that I said yes! Thank you is not enough. I love you forever baby.
Most of all, thank you to my loyal fans and enthusiastic readers—because of you I am living my life’s calling. I hope you recognize yourself among these mere transcriptions of whispers and dreams. Blessed be!