February 12, 2013, will live in infamy as my “death day,” but perhaps it would be more accurate to call it my…

My family was self-sufficient on our small Iowa farm in the 1960s and ’70s. We raised, butchered, and packaged cattle, pigs, and…

In the fall and winter of 2017 I was traveling a lot and eating at restaurants with colleagues who always wanted the…

Two years ago, in January 2018, I had a heart attack. I wasn’t a candidate for one: I had no particular family…

In 2011 I found myself partying and drinking every day. It had started off as binge-drinking to boost my confidence. Then it…

At the end of my annual physical in 2016, my doctor tried, once again, to talk to me about my weight. For…

I was a sensitive child who turned to food as a coping mechanism. I developed a strong dependence on salty and sugary…

Feb. 28, 2018, started out like an ordinary day. In the morning, I went to my doctor’s office for my quarterly blood…

Before beginning this journey, I’d tried every dieting fad under the sun: Paleo, protein shakes… the list is endless. Nothing was helpful…

About nine years ago, I was hit with polymyalgia rheumatica (PMR), an inflammatory disease that causes intense muscle aches and stiffness. I…

In November 2016 I went into an emergency room, and within just a few hours I was informed that I had stage…

I’ve had a complicated relationship with food my whole life. I grew up in a Sicilian family. One of the few ways…