This is gonna be an email that costs me subscribers, but there's something you need to hear, whether you like it or not....you DESERVE to hear it...

So here goes:

The only problem you have, is that you think you have a problem.

It’s my experience that most women in midlife are struggling from essentially the exact same issue: they’re having an identity crisis.

Sometimes, in certain situations, with certain people, while engaged in certain activities (usually work/professional/creative stuff) they’re confident. 

They appreciate themselves. They believe in themselves, and are positive, hopeful and happy. They identify as a capable, strong has-her-shit -together grown ass woman.…..They LOVE themselves. 

But at OTHER times, in certain situations, with certain people, while engaged in certain activities (usually personal “tough” conversations, decision-making with partners, navigating “how to” stuff with family members, and also in so...

I’m embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know shit about my period until my early 40s.

Obviously, I knew that I HAD a monthly menstrual cycle that made wearing white pants inconvenient. And I knew that in the days leading up to my period, I was a carb-craving, emotionally unstable, hyper-sensitive, crampy, bloated raw bundle of nerves.

And of course, I had a basic understanding that my body operated in a 28 day cycle that involved all sorts of hormones that worked to construct, and then deconstruct, my womb for creating, growing and birthing a Life. 

This smidge of knowledge was congealed from sex ed classes in the 80s, limited and painfully awkward conversations with my mother in middle school, a few Cosmo articles, conversations with girlfriends, and my own observations.

Everything I was “taught” about my cycle could be neatly wrapped up in one word: ENDURANCE.

My period was something I just had to “deal with” and “get through” for a week each month. 

On th...