Bless Your Hormones

Every woman eventually hits a point where her body decides to pull a complete factory reset without her consent, her password, or even a courtesy email notification. For the author, that moment arrived at the ripe old age of forty-nine. One minute, she was a responsible adult calmly comparing the scents of boutique candles; the next, she was questioning every life choice made since 1994, drowning in seventeen throw blankets, and perspiring like she'd been dropped into a volcanic furnace ful...