Relationships are hard. Conflict is everywhere. Lately, Michelle has been trying to blame Lev's farts on me, even though -- and I swear I am not making this up -- only one of us can hiccup and fart at the same time, and it's not me. (Tried. Can't.)
The key to fighting the increasing threat posed by diabetes and obesity may be personalized diets -- that is, eating plans tailored specifically for each individual -- instead of the generalized nutrition guidelines we have now.
Just in time to put a damper on your Labor Day barbecue, the latest edition of Consumer Reports Magazine hit newsstands yesterday with the cover story, "How Safe is Your Ground Beef?" Our two-word summary: Not very.
Children freak me out. Now, I don't mean they freak me out in general. They freak me out for very specific reasons. Those reasons have to do with my husband, who had a Double Lung Transplant almost two years ago.
Scourge of cereal, corrupter of coffee, cause of more spit takes than a Donald Trump press conference: rotten milk has ruined many mornings. And yet our only defense against the potentially stomach-souring effect is the simple, unreliable sniff test.
We are in the earliest days of understanding the human microbiome -- the communities of microbes that live in and on our bodies -- but already scientists are getting a sense of the incredible complexity of this ecosystem and its interaction with us.