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Snow-capped mountains started to spring up in the distance amid fields of thick waving yellow grasses as Holly coasted down hills and chugged up valleys. The morning sun played peek-a-boo...

No self-respecting forty-year-old man wants to be living in his mother’s basement, so it’s a good thing I’m more of the self-deprecating type. Your mom’s basement is the place you...

I always thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. My childhood was literally sugar-coated growing up at DeLuca’s Family Bakery—a place where magic was made and powdered sugar-coated...