It was the Christmas season of 1998. My father was underway and would not be joining us for Christmas that year, so my mother decided that we would go stay with my Grandparents. To this day, having Christmas in Wisconsin feels special. There’s something about the snow that seems magical. The way it transforms the land into another world. That fantasy built up by storybooks somehow seems complete when waking up to a snow-covered wonderland.
Plus, I got to see my grandparents.
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I am so sick of hearing about "low-carb, low-carb, low-carb." I've heard other diabulimics say it has cured them, I have heard of low-carb diets as advice from people who mean well, and I read a lot about it in the…Continue