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Part of successfully navigating a food allergy is learning when I have to pay attention and when I don’t.Read More
"When I was growing up, I thought I was the only one who had an allergy this bad."Read More
When you have a food allergy, you need spaces and places where you can let your mind go so you can recharge.Read More
One thing my allergy has taught me over the years is to be skeptical when a headline seems too ambitious. Click bait. Nothing more.Read More
Allergy 101: Like a dumbbell strengthening a muscle, my food allergy has made me resilient.Read More
"That must have made you tired," my allergy says. "Everywhere you went, I was on your shoulders. I loved it though. I had the best view around."
What if my food allergy was a real person? What if I could talk to him about what he's taught me over the years? Every Thursday, I get that chance.
"Anything's possible, just not probable, and that fact empowers me to live every day to be all I can be! That's why I'm not scared to live!"
Yes, I yelled at my allergy today. It was rough and it was honest and it was raw. But I felt it. I said it. And I don’t feel guilty.Read More
Mr. A., my allergy, has been eagerly trying to reach me all day after I didn’t show up for our weekly meeting.Read More
What if my food allergy was a real, live person? And what if I could talk to him about what he's taught me over the years? Every Thursday, I get that chance...Read More
“Your reign of terror is coming to an end,” I say. “From the farthest corners of the world, people are working to destroy you.”Read More
“Your taunts today will only make the victory dance that much better the day my friends & I destroy you.”Read More
“What’s empathy?” he says with an odd look. “That’s a dumb phrase. I don’t get it.”Read More
“Look at all these!” he says excitedly. “Is that a mini slinky? I haven’t seen these in years. May I have one?”
Long before any restaurant was accommodating food allergies, Uncle Jon made sure I could eat in a restaurant like every other kid I knew.
Mr. A is shaking his head side to side. He looks like he isn’t interested, but I know he’s listening. If we succeed, he’s done.
He continues laughing, and that’s ok. I’ve learned a long time ago that I’m not going to let the doubters stop me from helping others, especially young kids with food allergies and their classmates who need to hear my message most.