I was diagnosed (possibly misdiagnosed) with celiac disease at about 18 months old and, as a result, had an extremely restricted diet until I was around 4. It’s interesting to look back and remember my big sister, Wendy, being so robust and healthy. I don’t remember any sense of sadness or jealousy. But I do recall, clearly, my mother’s anxiety. Our lives are made up of so many layers and memories, some of which we…
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