My Menopause Blog

Citing deteriorating health, Guelph artist Sue Richards has announced that she won’t be able to publish the 2008 edition of the Breast of Canada calendar. This is what would have been the cover of the 2008 calendar photographed by Melanie Gillis.

Plug pulled on fundraiser

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This is not a made up or even slightly exaggerated story.
My regular readers will have noticed my blogging irregularity of late. For many reasons, I’ve been reluctant to offer an explanation simply because menopause didn’t seem to be the central theme. But - and I do mean but - ‘everything’ in my life is different […]

I’m thrilled - thrilled I say - to welcome my newest advertiser and blogger Colleen from MenoHaven on the good ship My Menopause Blog.
Way back in late December I had a talk with myself then set an intention that went something like this.
“Girlfriend, if you’re going to run an on-line business, you’ve got to get […]

Last week I joined two male friends in what was gleefully proclaimed as “The Running of the Fat”.
We did not run. Which is one of the reasons I agreed to go. I hate running unless my life requires it. But, I’m all for having a well used cardio vascular system. It’s just that I’d like […]

Last week I wrote a post about the collective experience of menopause - the one outside our own sweaty bodies and muddled minds. I had this idea that perhaps, if we looked far enough, we might just see a point where all menopausal women are standing tall and together at the same place of the […]

Perhaps it’s the same amnesia that overcomes a woman who has just completed a 50-hour birthing marathon - but the truth is, I can’t honestly remember my first meeting with menopause.
Not that the apples of delivering a baby into this world can be fairly compared with the oranges of hair loss, a missing menses and […]

When I named this blog back in the early fog of peri-menopause, I was trying to illustrate the fact that my menopausal experience may not reflect your menopause experience. Having tried - on more than one occasion - to pound my oddly shaped personality into the template called mainstream, I simply didn’t want to set […]

The woman in the washroom stall beside me was clearly exasperated.
“Excuse me”, she called out to the metal wall that separated us, “do you have any ’supplies’ with you?”
“No”, I responded apologetically.
“You’d think I would have this down by now”, she added over the sound of reams of toilet paper being rolled off the roll. […]