This is Not An Essay about Menopause

It’s about what happened there

“Nude Descending a Staircase (№2)” by Marcel Duchamp

I’ve been working on a collection of essays about menopause and am miserable. Why am I doing this? Who would read this? It’s tedious and horrible, unsavory and ugly, not unlike those long nights, spooked days, endless years. But I’ve realized that it’s not a thing to write about, like politics or the moon. Menopause is not the subject. It’s a place…