I Developed a Life-Threatening Nut Allergy in My 30s
I was raised on peanut butter. So I thought my allergy diagnosis was a joke. Unfortunately it wasn't.
Ali Martell is a writer, an editor, a photographer, a social media manager, a pop culture binge-watcher, and a getter-of-drinks. She lives in the Toronto nosebleeds with her chef husband, her three material-providing, unintentionally hilarious children, and her panty-eating puppy. You can find her on her blog, Cheaper Than Therapy and on Facebook, where she writes about nothing, Seinfeld-style
I was raised on peanut butter. So I thought my allergy diagnosis was a joke. Unfortunately it wasn't.
For starters, they allow kids to define themselves by their personalities, instead of by how they dress.
I’m a terrible mother. I don’t buy school photos. But, I think the reason why is totally legit.
After one look, I just knew. I was meant to be the mama of girls and a boy. I just hadn’t known it until that very moment.
Your growth — both physically and as decent human beings — does not go unnoticed.
I stretched the truth as a kid -- and now my kids are most definitely following in my footsteps.
And no, I don't think it's disrespectful at all. "Mrs. Martell" just isn't me, for starters.