Smile, It Feels Good

I stared down the exceptionally long Christmas aisle in the market wondering where the hell the Jewish section was amongst the yard art, plastic santa’s, candy canes and reindeer. “Excuse me,” I asked one of the clerks. “Where is your Jewish section?” “Huh?” she asked blankly staring...

Loving My Forties

My friend called me with the name of a man who prescribed estrogen patches and I called him immediately to set up an appointment and investigate. Could it be that there was a cure for my Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde monthly syndrome? I had been searching long and hard for something…anything, that I could take...