“I’m Not Your Personal Servant!” If you had asked me when I was a kid, I would have told you that I was a personal servant to my parents. No joke. I was born an only child to parents who were farmer-ranchers. There was always something to do. At the age of four, I still remember having particular jobs to do—collect the eggs, help wash them, and box them in cartons that would hold 144 (a gross), bring the laundry in off the line, and pick different produce from the track garden… These tasks weren’t given to me as a “teaching moment.” I was actually helping and contributing to my family. Read more