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write your own story

*** This was written a few months ago before I was diagnosed with Guillain-Barre Syndrome. I was originally misdiagnosed with another

bend but not break

I’ve been thinking about this post for a while.  Written it out (in my head) a few times.  But every time, I decided that some things were

spring planting

Spring has sprung here in Florida and we’ve been hard at work planting in our garden.  We find that when we plant our own food we not

On Slowing Down

There is something special about slowing down, turning off all distractions, and opening your heart to God. As a

6 Tips for Beating Eczema

Our food allergy story, like many of yours, began with unrelenting eczema. Itching. Scratching. Red, oozy spots. The doctor said it was

A Safe & Happy (Southern) Thanksgiving

Here in the South, meal time carries a sort of sacredness. Holidays call for weeks of preparation, freshly-ironed party dresses and

Our Kitchen

As we walked through the first time, we were drawn to it… Even with the inlaid laminate cabinets from the mid-80’s, we knew

My Moment of Honesty (Coming to terms with Celiac)

Moment of honesty:  After at least 8 years of bizarre health issues, gobs of testing, unexplained chronic malnourishment and four broken

Going Green (Our Elimination Diet)

Food. As allergy parents, we spend an awful lot of time thinking about it. What we’re going to eat, what we can’t eat, what could harm us

An Open Letter to the Big Guys

Earlier this week, our son had an allergic reaction. To what, you ask? We have no idea. We have picked our brains, interrogated family, and

A Day in the Life

Most days, we don’t feel like we are any different. We get up, get dressed, and brush our teeth like everyone else. But then there

Elephants, Inhalers, & Being “That Girl” (Experiences with adult asthma)

My only memories of that week are the sounds. The chirps of the monitors. Creaking of the door. The rhythmic popping on my back that