It’s that time in our life we have to bid farewell to Aunt Flo. She has flown south for the winter and will no longer be visiting. Boo-hoo, we loved that crazy fool. Yes, a little high maintenance with a lot of baggage, but we did break bread together once a month which meant a decent good-bye was in order. Instead, she blew out of town without a whisper. Damn if she didn’t take my egg supply with her; she’s been robbing me of those since my late 30s.
I always promised myself that when the time came to, well, to kiss Aunt Flo good-bye, I would be prepared. I’ve had 50 years to read up for God’s sake! I wanted to be educated before the night sweats and hot flashes arrived...Read More