The cost of lying to ourselves
And how the IDGAF energy of menopause can set us free
As I travel through the last month of my fifties, and with many years of childlessness behind me and grandchildlessness ahead of me, I wonder, have I learned enough about how to have hard conversations?
You know the ones…
The ones with your sister (the family madonna with the grandkids) who, yet again, gets to decide who, what, where and how a family event takes place, or whose voice seems to carry a dispropriate amount of weight in heavy conversations about family traditions, possessions, holidays, wills and inheritances.
» Do you think we’ve been living under a rock all these years?
The conversations with old friends, those that you really thought had understood that you’re the wrong audience to monologue with about their kids, yet who start doing it all over again, but with brass knobs on, about their grandchildren.
» We get it; they’re adorable but we got that after the fi…