Menopause Isn’t a Greek Island

It’s sort of like a Fyre Fest of female hormones.

Photo by Simon Rae on Unsplash

Menopause showed up like an evil witch toting her magic spell — not in the form of a poison apple, but a big goblet of Chianti instead. Poof, just in time for my 40th birthday, I went from easy-to-get-pregnant princess to non-ovulating ogress. Much like Fiona in Shrek, I missed the twenty-four hour window to shape shift back to…