Why Easter Is The Worst Time For Menopause
It's spring and everything's blooming except me. To make matters worse, wherever I look, I see eggs: Easter eggs, chocolate eggs, bunnies in baskets atop Cadbury eggs. It's a conspiracy. I wouldn't be so paranoid if the holidays didn't remind me of my own eggs, the ones in my fallopian tubes. Unlike Mother Nature who is working overtime, my reproductive system is on strike.
Rachael Stark, ContributorLecturer of Expository Writing, NYU