When I was a hormonally challenged teen, I owned a mood ring. Now that I’ve moved into the major leagues of hormonal upheaval, I’m opting for a full mood suit.
Thanks to the fine folks from “Huston We Have Touchdown” and the Whoa-Man-On-The-Moon designer label, the more menopausally mess up can breath a big sign […]
Prior to embracing the wilderness camp life, I could pee out of doors provided it was dark, I had tissue and the washroom was too far away or lined up. Another words under the right conditions my bladder had an out so to speak.
Sue Richards, regular Canadian gal, heats up as her reproductive Best Before Date expires.







