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It happens every year at this time: GT turns green.

Not sure if it’s a nutritional deficiency, Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) or a hitherto undiscovered branch of the family tree that started in Transylvania in the 1300s.

Whatever the case, my skin is more pond-scum green than peaches and cream.

Depending on the time of day I happen to look in the mirror, my greeness can cause me to look like a vampire or Alice Cooper. Boo!

But I’ve learned to embrace my greeness. That is who I am in winter: a person with green skin. In fact, I’m rather proud of the fact that I can be so green without actually being sick.

If I were in a Miss America contest, I think I’d use that at my talent.

“She’s so green,” the judges would gasp. “And she’s not even sick!”

I could probably win on that basis alone.