I wrote this book with family, friends, and colleagues, who together have been a bedrock of support.
First, I acknowledge my “Grey Gardens sister” and #1 heroine, my mom, Lucille Boretz. From Willow Road to West 81st Street, your warm, affirming nods, engaged listening, and focused conversations provided a cocoon of love.
Next, I recognize my late loving dad, Alvin Boretz, a brilliant writer who inspired me to make my mark and make a difference. Dad, I learned to embrace my own writing voice by listening to yours. I always felt close to you when tapping into my creative soul.
I am indebted to my husband and best friend of forty plus years, Billy: you fancy yourself a curmudgeon, but we all know better. And because I am giving ...