I am fifty years old and my ovaries are on their last legs. They manage to muster up enough effort to squeeze out a tired old egg every couple of months or so, but to be honest, we’ve reached the bottom of the barrel. Very soon there will be none left. I could be accused… Read More
When my boyfriend’s daughter encounters a spider in the bathroom, I don’t know what to do. Should I protect her by killing the spider, or make her face her fears?
On Saturday, my boyfriend’s ex-wife made a vow to love another man until they are parted by death. Unlike me, she isn’t afraid to give marriage another try.
Who are my ancestors? The parents and grandparents of my adopted parents, or the family of the woman who gave birth to me almost fifty years ago?
To all women, here in the flesh or in spirit, I offer my gratitude. You are the mothers of the world who bring in to being new life, new thought, new beauty.
