This is rough, but I am too tired to think of more ways to say thanks.
Sincere gratitude to (name here), without whom this book would have remained unwritten. Her skill, compassion, and support carried me through the black hours.
Many thanks to Dr. xyz for seeing something notable in my writing early on.
Abundant appreciation to Dr. xyz for encouraging me to place my pursuit of academia over my many less noble endeavors.
A special thanks to xyz for her sincerity, intellect, and respect for all things human.
Thanks to the World Classic's graduates and instructors for allowing me to be a part of their journey.
To my mother whose pain I now understand. I love you, Mom.
To Pops who never fails to say he's proud of me.
Thanks to my brothers for shucking my share of the corn the summer I fell ill.
In loving memory of my sister, Tina, whose vision of me was vastly better than mine.
To my many friends in recovery who show me, daily, a better way of living.
To Lou, my friend and love, whose passion for living ignited mine when the flames burned low.
Most of all, to my children, TaraShea, Blake, and Quentin, for loving me through it all.
Sincere gratitude to (name here), without whom this book would have remained unwritten. Her skill, compassion, and support carried me through the black hours.
Many thanks to Dr. xyz for seeing something notable in my writing early on.
Abundant appreciation to Dr. xyz for encouraging me to place my pursuit of academia over my many less noble endeavors.
A special thanks to xyz for her sincerity, intellect, and respect for all things human.
Thanks to the World Classic's graduates and instructors for allowing me to be a part of their journey.
To my mother whose pain I now understand. I love you, Mom.
To Pops who never fails to say he's proud of me.
Thanks to my brothers for shucking my share of the corn the summer I fell ill.
In loving memory of my sister, Tina, whose vision of me was vastly better than mine.
To my many friends in recovery who show me, daily, a better way of living.
To Lou, my friend and love, whose passion for living ignited mine when the flames burned low.
Most of all, to my children, TaraShea, Blake, and Quentin, for loving me through it all.
