THIS IS A POST FOR WOMEN AND THOSE WHO LOVE THEM My mother never talked about menopause. She appeared to slide right through without a single symptom that she mentioned--or that I saw. When I hit my late 40s, I noticed that my interest in intimacy had disappeared-- something that was very out of . . .
We've got some time on our hands. More than we ever used to. Time that M and I now spend fiddling with our various remotes. Cable, Roku, DVR--they're a time suck. Plus, we don't like many of the same movies or programs. So we're flying solo. Riley is always pointing out that I spend too much . . .
I remember when I started getting night sweats in my 40s. It was the AIDS era and I was sure that was the source of my nighttime condition. A few years later I noticed a major drop in libido. "Something's wrong," I told my trusted GYN. Umm. No. Nothing was wrong. It was how perimenopause manifested . . .
It's winter. That means sweaters, turtlenecks, coats, and, if you're a menopausal--or perimenopausal--woman, temperature-control problems. Dressing for winter weather means that a stop indoors at a store or mall (where it's warmer) could trigger a hot flash.Lunch. San Francisco. A December day, not . . .
A note to men: If you want to retain your fantasy picture of women, read no farther, as it may bring up visuals you'd just as soon not have.We were sitting over Greek salads, we three women of a certain age, and wondering why our mothers never had "the talk" with us. Oh, not the talk about puberty. . . .
; That's the question. When am I ever going to get a full night's sleep? I'm well-past menopause and still, I can't stay asleep easily. After I refused Ambien, my doctor grudgingly gave mea small Rx for Ativan, which I've reserved for nights when I'm particularly desperate for a . . .
THIS POST CONTAINS GROWNUP CONTENT.COVER YOUR EYES IF THIS STUFF OFFENDS YOU. I have a taste for women comics who go over the edge. Of good taste, that is. So I'm a fan of Kathy Griffin, for sure. She's no Margaret Cho (who's completely outrageous and bawdily hilarious; if you haven't heard the . . .
Haven't sprouted any facial hairs, though.Yet.Thank God. . . .