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I peered over the edge of the boat and prepared to hurl myself into the jet-black nighttime waters of the Luminous Lagoon on the coast of Jamaica. “Don’t worry,” our guide assured me, “these waters are piranha-free.” So there was that.

While combing through Spotify recently, I discovered an episode of the podcast Money With Katie titled “Life Coaches: Pyramid Scheme or Legitimate Investment? I Hired One to Find Out.”

I turned 40 this month. In the days, months, and years approaching this milestone, I prepared myself to take on something heavier, something that would weigh me down.

There are a lot of confusing things about getting older — like how I gleefully look forward to recycling day, or get a headache after a glass of red wine — but one thing I didn’t expect was a newfound urge to hand out advice.

Countless books have been written about dieting, weight loss, and preventing cancer, but there are not nearly enough books about period problems, pelvic pain, sexual health, and fertility issues.

Julie Scelfo — a parent and journalist who’s written for The New York Times, The Boston Globe, The San Francisco Chronicle, and others — began to feel concerned about how digital media was affecting kids after reporting on youth mental health.

It has taken me a long time to identify with the phrase “medical motherhood.”

By the time women hit their 50s, more than 80 percent will have been on birth control pills for an average of five years.

I didn’t think my divorce being final would matter all that much, emotionally speaking. Legally, of course, it means everything.

My first hour on the island of Menorca, on a sunny, warm day that was slipping into night, was spent at a local swimming hole a short walk from the old port town of Ciutadella.

October 27th was the last time I did Botox. It may not seem that long ago, nor may the exact date feel important, but it set in motion a stopwatch inside my brain.

My mother developed symptoms of frontotemporal dementia when I was 27. She was 61.