Every blade of grass has its angel that bends
over it and whispers, “Grow, grow.”
Along the winding road to creating this book, many angels stood beside me, whispering into my ear, “Grow, grow.” From that vast group, I can acknowledge some of you here by name. I hope the other angels in my life know how grateful I am to you.
First I thank my dear sisters, who are always with me, even when I’m on the other side of the world. Heather, my deepest gratitude and love for always hearing where I am, and knowing what I need. For making me laugh, and letting me cry. Art, thank you for making Heather so happy. Michal, James, and kids, thanks for everything we share as a family. Love and thanks to Uncle Myron and Cousins Shirley, ...