The very quality of my thoughts changed... Instead I now have this really rich conversation within myself, and with other women, that's funny and sexual and really daring. It has so much energy in it, and is so different from what was out there, the unwritten emptiness.
When she stumbles into a sexual awakening just as perimenopause sets in, her careful system of grit, grit, gritting falls apart; her conception of desire shifts and expands, slamming against the walls of her respectable home.
Life on the other side, it turns out, is just as weird and messy and expansive. And though there is a wisdom that comes with age, the indignities and discomfort never fall away entirely.
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