Thank you to the caregivers at my child’s former daycare. Knowing he was happy and safe even when he wasn’t with me was crucial to the completion of this book.
Thanks to Natalie Hail for the perfect fake-ID shopping list. Thanks to Mike Schiele for the Polaroid wall. Thanks to Eileen Korte for the middle-of-the-night trip through a suburban Super K. Thanks to Amy Abboreno for so many things, including that radiant day when the fields flooded and filled up with teeny frogs. Magic is real, and I’ve always found it with you.
Love always and so much gratitude to Michael for everything, particularly for allowing me to talk at you vaguely for months on end about books you aren’t yet allowed to read or know too much about. Thank you to Miles for making the world infinitely funnier, better, and brighter, and for making me excited every morning to wake up and see your face. Thank you always to my parents, Steve and Diane Albert, for everything, all of it.