As I write this very sentence, I can feel people’s eyes on the back of my head. To be honest, I don’t blame them.
I’m sitting in the corner of a coffee shop and I just finished a 2-hour climbing…
My Relationship with Celiac Disease (Inspired by half a bottle of a Delicious Chianti Red)
I remember when my mom told me I had Celiac Disease.
She explained that I wouldn’t be able to eat a lot of my favorite foods anymore.
I’ve always accepted that I had Celiac Disease. And I won’t lie, when I was younger I used to cheat every once in a while.