Foreword

For my mother and father. Your sacrifices, love, and preseverance made me the man I am today.

My dad had rows and rows of raspberries planted in the huge garden of our childhood home. During the hot summers and golden fall seasons, the bushes would be heavy with jammy berries that tasted like sunlight. In between and alongside the rows, there was chard, tomatoes, basil, kale, cucumbers, romaine, and more. The first “job” that my brother and I shared was picking half-pints of those berries that would be sold at our family’s produce store.