My sisters and I were probably the only people in the country who thought it was a fantastic idea to leave Florida and fly to Minnesota in the dead of winter. The trek north meant we were heading to Grandma's house, where the center of joy was located. Endless games of cards, unlimited pieces of chocolate candy, and hours of storytelling awaited us.
Many women are bewildered by menopause. Even scientists struggle to explain its very existence in human females. You see, women (along with short-finned and killer whales) are among the small handful of species unable to reproduce until the end of life. It wasn't always that way -- menopause evolved over history -- and there are few good hypotheses to explain why.
There is nothing like being a grandparent, except perhaps sharing this experience with your own mother. Yes, we have four generations in our family, something I wouldn't trade for a second. Our grandchildren are showered with love and affection and, in return, what do they do? They give us the truth!
My turning 50 coincided with my grandmother turning 100 years old. And as with most old people, I began to reminisce about my life and the many lessons that my grandmother has given me. Then, a friend encouraged me to put those stories to print and write a memoir. At first I thought she was joking, and then I thought she might be drunk, but then I realized she was serious.