Ask D’Mine: Battling Snark + Surviving Starbucks

It’s a Holiday weekend, but the surviving-diabetes-train never stops. Our Ask D’Mine weekly advice column host Wil Dubois is workin’ overtime to answer your every query.This week, he’s taking on online commenters who bite, and coffee drinks that …

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