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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-one
  25. Chapter Twenty-two
  26. Chapter Twenty-three
  27. Chapter Twenty-four
  28. Chapter Twenty-five
  29. Chapter Twenty-six
  30. Chapter Twenty-seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-one
  35. Chapter Thirty-two
  36. Chapter Thirty-three
  37. Chapter Thirty-four
  38. Chapter Thirty-five
  39. Chapter Thirty-six
  40. Chapter Thirty-seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-one
  45. Chapter Forty-two
  46. The Letter
  47. Chapter Forty-three
  48. Chapter Forty-four
  49. Chapter Forty-five
  50. Chapter Forty-six
  51. Chapter Forty-seven
  52. Chapter Forty-eight
  53. Chapter Forty-nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Chapter Fifty-one
  56. Chapter Fifty-two
  57. Chapter Fifty-three
  58. Author’s Note
  59. Resources
  60. Acknowledgments
  61. About the Author
  62. What’s next onyour reading list?

To all the early readers of this book in its various iterations: My husband, who reads everything I write and picks me up when I wander into his office halfway into writing a manuscript and collapse on the couch moaning that I have no idea where I’m going or where I’ve been. My parents, who I’m pretty sure I harassed to read it when it was like ten pages long and then again at ten pages, and then again at a hundred (you get the point). My aunts, Barbara and Kathy, who were kind enough to read a draft along the way. My sister, who reads all my stuff because I force her to (kidding…sorta). My cousin Sarah, who also is forced to read all my stuff. And all my friends who read it before it went to copy edits: Janet Geddis, Leslie Grumman, Jess Lorton, Galloway Allbright, Harper Glenn, Jennifer Sommersby, Jeff Bishop, Tayna Guerrero, Jenn Moffett, Alechia Dow, Shannon Takaoka, June Hur, Eva Gibson, and Suzanne Park.

To all my friends who are like family—I love you all. And thank you in particular to Anne Marie McGintee for letting me steal your last name for my book. May appreciates it.

To Joanne Kowit, Rhonda Steinberg, and Graham Lockett for putting up with all my school-policy-related questions (and to Graham—thank you for helping me settle on the correct 2020 terminology for barfing).

To my therapist. Without you, there wouldn’t be a book. Without you, I don’t think there would be much of anything I have now. (Therapy is really important, guys! Take care of your mental health!)

I know I already thanked some of the following people above, but they need to be thanked again, separate from their skills as early readers.

My parents—man. I keep telling myself that these won’t be sappy acknowledgments and then I get to this part of them, and it’s like…tears. I hear so many tales of people’s families not supporting their writing, and so I know how lucky I am, in so many ways, to have been born with you two as my parents. You’ve always encouraged me—from early days till now—to follow my dreams. Thank you for always answering my calls (even when it’s like the seventh one of the day). Thank you for bringing me up to question things and to think rationally. I could write a book-length thank-you note to you, but I don’t think I’m allowed to do that, so instead I will just say that I love you very, very much.

To my sibs and in-laws: Joel & Kate Lawson. Tori & Nick Gregorios, Shannon & JC Cameron, Kristen & Levi Solmose, and Joel & Joanne Kowit—I am a lucky woman to have you all in my life.