Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about onion rings, and it’s not just because I’m on my annual pre-Nationals crash diet. You see, I have a personal philosophy that helps me conquer change and try new experiences that I call the Onion Ring Theory because it was that humble band of batter that first taught me a life-changing lesson. My mother didn’t like onions. She didn’t like a whole lot of things, to be fair, like dogs and visitors and most of my boyfriends, but she really curled her lip