Dear mom, you"ve been
by my side through it all.
Failures and success
of all ilk, great and small.
From art classes to doctor appointments,
homemade meals and all-nighter homework—
not to mention enough teenage rebellion
to make even the sanest go berserk.
And now you’ve done it again,
still by my side, even as an adult.
You"re my rock and my guide,
always there when I need to consult.
For the past six years, you"ve been
my trusty editor-in-chief,
cheering me on to the finish of this bloody
book whenever I got stuck in disbelief.
Ever since I was small, you were always the designated
concert chaperone—there to feed my creative appetite.
You’ve always stoked my love for art—even hosting (and
Eugene-sitting) when I needed a retreat to get away or write.
Emily, it’s no sec
