My breasts are choking me. They didn’t used to. Back in the day, they were luscious, round 34Ds, enough to make me feel womanly. They were good toppers, regardless of occasion: a T-shirt, a dress, a nightie. As a teenager, I used to do a routine for my mother that...
The eight women didn’t have time to train. They only decided a week in advance to take on what they call a “menopause marathon,” a 32-mile relay swim across the entire length of Lake George in Upstate New York. But they did have a purpose that drove...
