Pavlov Pegged Us

When my daughter Ari sent a text-photo of an Easter basket filled with Reese’s chocolate covered peanut butter eggs, I almost salivated in public. Now consumed with thoughts of those chocolate-peanut butter morsels, I automatically added them to my grocery list and couldn’t get to Wal-mart fast enough. I soon figured if I was going…

When Bad and Ugly Turn Good, No, Brilliant!

“She’s allergic to what?” I stared down at my two-year-old daughter. The swelling red bumps in corn rows spotted down her tiny back. “So what can she eat?” Dr. Gordon was a staunch and strict allergist, who in her mid-seventies presided with totalitarian rule. However, she was the best, and I needed the best for…