Lauren Barack

The number of pals who’ve gone gluten-free is escalating. They feel better. Their joints ache less. They’re happier—and they say they’ve all lost weight. They share these details with me as if I’m the patron saint of gluten-free because my 12-year-old daughter has celiac disease. But until they check the back of ketchup bottles for gluten, I really don’t want to hear about it.