This one's for you, Joan Wilder.
An author who cries at the end of her novels. An author who can handle mud and broken Italian heels. A woman who calls herself not a hopeless romantic, but a hopeful romantic. A woman who listens to Eddie Grant and tells us that when the going gets tough, the tough get going.
To this day I still have friends who call me Joan Wilder, and I wear the name with pride. Here's to you, Miss Wilder.