About Menopause – 3 minute read

Sweet Dreams Are (Not) Made of This

You can imagine my shock when, late that night, I was awakened out of a mediocre sleep (that’s as good as it gets these days!) by a horrible nightmare that included my attempting to chase an actual, real, smelly, non-animated and very un-cute warthog out of my house. My sons, small boys again in my subconscious, were trying to help me but we were all at a loss and I woke up sweating and in despair.