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I wiped everything down with Wet Wipes—the window, the window shade, the remotes, the trays, and the armrests. I had just started cleaning the seat and the floor with wide strips of masking tape when my seatmate arrived to see that she was sitting next to a Crazy Peanut-Allergy Parent. I assured her I wasn’t a lunatic. It was just our first flight and I was doing everything anyone recommended to get through it. More
Only 1% of the population has celiac disease, but somehow 16% of my friend’s daughter’s class needs gluten-free holiday treats. More
Although parents seem to be warding off those allergens okay, other people you hand your children to are dropping the ball. More
I often send my 5-year-old to school with a FreeNut Butter and jelly sandwich. For the uninitiated, FreeNut Butter is the brand name of a soy-based spread that looks and even tastes somewhat like peanut butter but is actually nut-free. I’ll always include a little Post-It note on the top of the sandwich bag: Dear Teacher, This sandwich is made with peanut-butter substitute (ignore my child when he tells you it’s peanut butter). No, really, I do this. My child’s school is a nut-free facility, and it’s school policy to alert teachers of anything questionable. And so I do.
But schools in parts of Ontario are now being told that even popular peanut-butter substitutes like soy butter should be banned altogether to protect students with life-threatening allergies. More
This summer, after my family and I spent a delightful week at the cottage with our very good friends and their son, plus another longtime friend and fellow cottage-goer, I came to the foregone conclusion that I am a bully in the kitchen. The good part is that I was able to reach this conclusion on my own. The awkward part is that while I recognize that the bully/control freak in me could be a direct result of the life-threatening allergies my daughters’ have, my fear of contamination could be interpreted as slightly overwrought. More
