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This morning, half-dressed and half-awake, I was talking with a friend about the shared misery of participating in capitalism before coffee. Somewhere between mascara and mutual complaints, I said it out loud: “I’ll be glad when the Boomers are out of the power seat.” And suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every major headache…
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Perimenopause wasn’t something that was actively on my radar when it hit. If I’m being honest, I didn’t even know it was a thing before I found myself deep in the throes of the hormonal chaos it rained down on me. I thought menopause was it.That somewhere around 50 I’d buckle up for a wild…
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The edges of the person I’m becoming are starting to appear. The shape feels vaguely familiar, yet entirely new. I don’t know exactly where I’m headed — but I’m paying attention, and for now, that feels like enough.
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I’ve believed in reincarnation for most of my life. And whenever the topic comes up — casually, philosophically, half-jokingly — I’ve always said the same thing: I want to come back as a Black woman again. Lately, however, as I find myself deep in the trenches of perimenopause, I would like to formally revise that…
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Getting older hits hard when your idols age or pass. Reflection blends nostalgia, desire for simplicity, and questioning life’s meaning. It’s wild!
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By Adreanna 