Where plants are concerned, I have no natural aptitude whatsoever. If there was something more inept than having a black thumb, that would...

Sigh. Celiac, it seems, is a constant dance with my well-being. I ease up on the reigns of food enjoyment - and I pay the consequences. I...

My relationship with food continues to be a complex one. Thanks to celiac, gluten is verboten . Continuing health issues have lead to me c...

While spring is slowly coming to a close and the last of the cherry blossoms have long since been swept from the streets, the last few week...

In my previous life, unburdened by poor health and any concern for nutritious eating, white rice could have been a food group. I ate it li...

Greens, greens, and more greens: My new eating mantra In all my life, I've never really examined my eating habits until now. I scoff...

Being an expat is hard enough without also having to settle for crap European deodorant (raise your hand if you feel me on that one?) and ...

What better way to wear your heart on your sleeve for that upcoming holiday of love than to wear it right on your shirt? Some sweet, some...

Eating gluten-free in Portland is like spinning a fortune wheel and coming up a winner every time. Options are plentiful and far-and-away ...

As anxious as I've been for 2014 to be over - a hospital stint, a celiac diagnosis, cancelled vacations and money stress - see ya! -...