My search on “great works of literature about menopause” is disappointing. Why can’t I find myself in the literary canon of my time?
I once went on a date with a spider. I was supposed to be on a date with a man, but the spider was the only thing I could think about. For days.
After 32 years of marriage I’m pretty skeptical of monogamy, but maybe that’s because I tried it and it didn’t work.
Eight years after my husband died, every man I saw had a checkbox beside his face. Would I or wouldn’t I? Under the right circumstances, I might.
I remember the days of the Miss, Mrs., Ms. fight. I checked the Ms. box because I wanted the right to define myself.
The experience of menopause can be mitigated with new lubricants, new toys, new technology, and new thinking.
Soon a girl’s menstruation party will include gift certificates for Botox along with her first tampons. You’re never too young to fear aging.