By Sherri Simmons, President and CEO
When I was a little girl, we lived in a rural area of Georgia. Snow was rare, but always celebrated – by my brother, sister and me, that is. School would close, we would pile on the cold weather gear – the kind not really meant for cold. (If you’ve ever worn cotton mittens in snow or ice, you get it.)
We would slide down our massive hill on cardboard boxes, traipse through the woods and get lost in the snow drifts, stom...
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