“No bad weather, just bad clothing,” my mom says cheerfully. Her eyes land on my jeans with skepticism.
“Do you have leggings under those pants?”
We’re heading outside for a walk in the Michigan winter. It’s pitch black at 7pm. We both have flashlights and my dad has a headlamp. I have on three sweaters and two pairs of pants. It’s not glamorous, but if w…
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