There are chickens living in my backyard who couldn’t care less that I have a bachelor’s degree and there are four dogs in my house and they do not give a flip about my book – even though Bonnie is on the back cover. My son doesn’t have a hoot about my LinkedIn. They don’t care that I spend months worrying about what happens next school year or wondering whether I’ll ever find another career. Each morning, these dogs and chickens greet me with the same question:

“Did you bring snacks?”