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I recently had the good fortune of stumbling upon a piece of writing I completed in middle school. I was no more than eleven or twelve when I wrote it and my boyishness showed. But when reading through for the first time in nearly two decades, I was struck by one insight that my younger-self had to offer. On the very first page, inscribed in bold, black ink, was the following: “I dedicate this book to all my family and friends who have made my life worth writing about. Thank you to everyone.”

Whether or not the life and musings of my grammar-school-self were actually “worth writing about” is tenuous. But the further point—the fact that my writing was and is deeply indebted to every person who has been written into the story of my life—is beyond dispute. I would not be the writer that I am without the people who have made me the man that I am. And so it is only right to acknowledge that this work—like all I write and all I do—has been born out of my relationships with the countless people who, through interactions big and small, have shaped me, made me, brought me to myself.

Thank you to everyone.