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Suzette Mullen knows what it’s like to start over. In her 50s, she came to realize she was a lesbian, a truth she’d turned away from for years

A few years ago, I started a new habit that became a family tradition. Throughout the year, I kept an ongoing list of my children’s accomplishments to read to them on January 1st of the following year.

During peak pandemic times, Jen Gunter MD — otherwise known as the Internet’s gynecologist — started to notice a convergence of alarming trends.

There are only a few newsletters I always open, and Casey Lewis’s After School – a daily download on what’s happening with young people these days – is one of them.

For many people, there’s real anxiety around “milestone” birthdays. They can be uncomfortable reminders about how our lives haven’t quite turned out as planned, or how we haven’t achieved everything we feel like we should have. and postmenopausal women when we think of the supplement. 

Creatine has been associated with male bodybuilders, athletes, and gym rats since it sprinted into the general public’s knowledge following the 1992 Summer Olympics. I think it’s safe to assume that we don’t think of perimenopausal and postmenopausal women when we think of the supplement. 

Astrologer Susan Miller is on the mend. In late 2023, she suffered an eye infection that temporarily left her partially blind. “Macular degeneration. You're supposed to get it when you're 80. I got it at 35,” she says.

I discovered the hard way just how much female sex hormones affect ADHD — like the I-went-to-five-different-doctors-before-anyone-told-me hard way. So let me tell you what I learned so you don't have to go through it too.

“Have you tried that soap I bought you?” my mother asks, expertly chopping a red onion while I roll my eyes behind her back. I’m a 34-year-old mother of three, and I’ve been battling a persistent case of adult acne for months.

Heart disease is the number one cause of death in the United States as well as the leading killer of women ages 25 and up.

If you’ve ever grimaced after a well-meaning friend calls you resilient, you’re not alone. ​“It’s such a complicated word. Ugh,” says author Stephanie Land over the phone.

On a clear, warm weekday evening near the tail end of summer, I stood on a rooftop in the middle of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, feeling feelings.