
The start to my 12-year stint as a vegetarian was not a particularly auspicious one. I was standing over my parents’ kitchen sink, eyes full of tears as I choked down one mouthful after another of cold, cotton-dry chicken breast[grist-content ref=”rc-one”].[/grist-content] At the same time, I engaged in a fiery staring contest with my dad, who had taken it upon himself to enforce his long-promised threat of “You are going to sit here until you finally clean your dinner plate, young lady.”
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MONDAY Climate change is giving ‘Christmastown, USA’ an identity crisis Leavenworth, Washington — my hometown — is looking less and less like a winter wonderland. By Joseph Winters[/grist-column]
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