Marcia Zina Mager

From the bottom of my heart, thank you, for your never-ending love and support.

Karen Bouris. I couldn’t ask for a more generous or kindhearted publisher

editor, Angela Watrous, for her clarity, flexibility, and focus. A

Six months ago, I would have died before letting anyone peek inside my closets.

They were a nightmare.

Black patent leather tap shoes my friend Heidi gave me when she moved to Colorado, in hopes I would finally register for that dance class I’ve been talking about for years.

downstairs hall closet?!

my appointment calendars . . .

I had three.

random system of first names, last names, or nicknames, depending on my mood).

I always vowed to clean up my act, but whenever I decided to begin and took one peek inside that hall closet (which wasn’t easy, since simply opening the door involved having Scrabble and Candyland fall on my head), I’d blanch, slam the door shut, and find myself back to a very cluttered square one.