Marypause is part reflection, part painful, part comical memoir exploring my whole physical life as a woman and young girl. The body is a funny thing until it isn’t. Boobs are funny, balls are funny, and farts are funny-but only when they’re yours. Menopause, not so funny. One day, you think you’re having a heart-attack. Next day, you’re crying like you’re auditioning for Niagara Falls: The Non Musical. I was Oblivia Newton-John about hormones. Not anymore.
