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Acknowledgments
Writing is not done alone. I take respite with my darling daughters, Viva Rae and Merle, who are world-changing marvels. I thank them for who they are: unknowable, exquisite spirits. I am provided solace and delight in the animal companions who chose us: Neoka Memory has been an ideal audience, he lets me read to him while he is sleeping. Jade Mouser may be a smaller size of ideal audience, but has proved capable of providing rapid, ample diversions. My faraway mother and sister, Helen and Cynthia, remind me that salt runs in these veins. My father William, long gone now, still visits. My faery godmother Cindy Lou helped me puzzle out some of the more archaic rules of language. I am forever grateful to her for this.
I would like to thank Barbara Brown and Sumach Press, for publishing images that were part of the book and project, My Breasts, My Choice: Journeys Through Surgery.
To the women and girls, to the men and boys, the friends and colleagues too numerous to name, I say thank you. To the worms, the roses, the heart of a cow, and to imagination—I also say thank you.
I have been in conversation with all of you, having been taught that ideas, and now a book, are formed through relationships. I have been with humans and more-than-humans who supported and challenged me and engaged me in these conversations, sometimes over years. Thank you all.
