Acknowledgments

Writing a book is not unlike having a baby. All the fun takes place at conception and once the final product is placed in your hands. Everything in between stinks.

The midwives, if you will, who soothed my furrowed brow and coached me through this laborious process consist of the crack team of editors and designers at Peachpit Press. Ted Waitt made writing another book sound like such a great idea. Susan Rimerman’s expertise and no-nonsense advice talked me off the ledge on more than one occasion, and Anne Marie Walker’s deft editing made me sound smarter than I really am. Production editor Tracey Croom and the graphic design team of Charlene Charles Will and Kim Scott understood my pathological need for negative space and created an end product that I’m proud to put my name on.

My studio manager and assistant, Jeff Starr, not only worked tirelessly to organize and prepare all the images for print but had to listen to my endless whining and moaning about deadlines. Thanks Sarge.

The real credit for this book goes to my mother, Karen Hathcock Tyler, who passed away on April 11, 2013. She gave me the gift of life, the love of learning, books, and words. She also gave me five younger siblings who are my best friends and constant supporters: Loren Tyler, Ann Tyler Smith, Caroline Tyler DeCesare, Doug Tyler, and Laurel Tyler.

None of this would be possible without my amazing clients who trust me to boss, tease, and manipulate their children during every shoot.

Lastly, credit goes to my own 100% kids: Bryson and Tierra Jones, Lauren Myers, Breckyn Jones, Keaton Myers, Jamyn Jones, Harrison Jones, and Hayden Jones. Without you I would have a clean house, no stretch marks, naturally blonde hair, and money in the bank. But who needs it? Life would be so boring without you. I love you all.