I would like to express my deepest gratitude to the following people:
Carlene Roche, for simultaneously being editor, sounding board, diplomat, rock, luncheon companion, sister, saint, and above all, dear friend.
Deborah Gladding Willard, for her suggestions, her enthusiasm and her willingness to answer way too many questions for me to count.
Father Richard A. Maxwell, Rector of Grace Episcopal Church in Hartford, CT, (and my personal hero), for his patience, guidance, intuition, integrity, fearlessness and faith — and for his constant reassurance that no matter how dark I thought it was getting, the light was always there.
Linda Thayer, who believed in my dream even before I did — and pounded it relentlessly into my head until I finally believed it, too.
Paul Kline, for being the one to dream up the extraordinary concept for my book’s cover art: a man’s silhouette containing a collage of humanity, depicting the way an Empath experiences the world.
The Connecticut Historical Society, specifically Dr. Susan P. Schoelwer, Director of Collections Development, and Barbara Austen, Archivist, for their endless patience as I researched Connecticut’s history and learned the magical art of historic document preservation.
The incomparable archivists at the Royal Society of London and the British Library, not only for all their patience and assistance, but for making me welcome when I was three thousand miles from home.
Filmmaker Kevin P. Miller, for composing a foreword so profound and moving, that reading it literally brought me to tears.
Town and County Club, Hartford, CT, for their hospitality and for putting up with me the entire time I was writing Finding Emmaus, most of which I did there, in the library, on the pink sofa.
Photographer extraordinaire Thomas Giroir, the only person in 55 years to make me look good at the business end of a camera.
Tom V. Morris, Rick London, John Bosley and Howard Kurtz - the four men who so graciously endorsed Finding Emmaus when it was first born.
A very special thank you to all my “readers” for their hard work and invaluable input which went way above and beyond the call: Heike Kampa, Christopher Tarricone, Nancy Riella, Karen Wolf, and Carlene Lepre.
Those who contributed, in one manner or another, to The Lodestarre website: Christopher Tarricone, Deborah Riley-Magnus, and Natalie Preston.
Actor Alan Rickman, whose one off-handed remark, “All good writing has humor in it — even Ibsen,” forever altered the way I observe when I read, and therefore, when I write.
My late grandfather, Osias Tauster, who, in the 1920’s, became an iron worker and joined the ranks of those who left their legacy in the form of New York City's incomparable skyline. I am certain he is the well from which my love of architecture springs.
My late grandmother, Blanca Tauster, whose strength, courage and unfailing confidence taught me that nothing and no one can keep me from my heart’s desire without my permission and my cooperation.
My husband, Bob, who hadn’t the slightest idea where I was headed but stood aside and watched me go there anyway.
Carlene Roche, for simultaneously being editor, sounding board, diplomat, rock, luncheon companion, sister, saint, and above all, dear friend.
Deborah Gladding Willard, for her suggestions, her enthusiasm and her willingness to answer way too many questions for me to count.
Father Richard A. Maxwell, Rector of Grace Episcopal Church in Hartford, CT, (and my personal hero), for his patience, guidance, intuition, integrity, fearlessness and faith — and for his constant reassurance that no matter how dark I thought it was getting, the light was always there.
Linda Thayer, who believed in my dream even before I did — and pounded it relentlessly into my head until I finally believed it, too.
Paul Kline, for being the one to dream up the extraordinary concept for my book’s cover art: a man’s silhouette containing a collage of humanity, depicting the way an Empath experiences the world.
The Connecticut Historical Society, specifically Dr. Susan P. Schoelwer, Director of Collections Development, and Barbara Austen, Archivist, for their endless patience as I researched Connecticut’s history and learned the magical art of historic document preservation.
The incomparable archivists at the Royal Society of London and the British Library, not only for all their patience and assistance, but for making me welcome when I was three thousand miles from home.
Filmmaker Kevin P. Miller, for composing a foreword so profound and moving, that reading it literally brought me to tears.
Town and County Club, Hartford, CT, for their hospitality and for putting up with me the entire time I was writing Finding Emmaus, most of which I did there, in the library, on the pink sofa.
Photographer extraordinaire Thomas Giroir, the only person in 55 years to make me look good at the business end of a camera.
Tom V. Morris, Rick London, John Bosley and Howard Kurtz - the four men who so graciously endorsed Finding Emmaus when it was first born.
A very special thank you to all my “readers” for their hard work and invaluable input which went way above and beyond the call: Heike Kampa, Christopher Tarricone, Nancy Riella, Karen Wolf, and Carlene Lepre.
Those who contributed, in one manner or another, to The Lodestarre website: Christopher Tarricone, Deborah Riley-Magnus, and Natalie Preston.
Actor Alan Rickman, whose one off-handed remark, “All good writing has humor in it — even Ibsen,” forever altered the way I observe when I read, and therefore, when I write.
My late grandfather, Osias Tauster, who, in the 1920’s, became an iron worker and joined the ranks of those who left their legacy in the form of New York City's incomparable skyline. I am certain he is the well from which my love of architecture springs.
My late grandmother, Blanca Tauster, whose strength, courage and unfailing confidence taught me that nothing and no one can keep me from my heart’s desire without my permission and my cooperation.
My husband, Bob, who hadn’t the slightest idea where I was headed but stood aside and watched me go there anyway.
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