Adolescence, meet the perimenopause. | Cup of jo
Another morning, a long, alarming crying from our apartment. I ran and found my 12-year-old daughter sitting in front of his wardrobe surrounded by a mountain of clothing. “I don’t wear anything!” She cries out of fetal position. “Everything looks like Baaaaaaad! I can’t leave the house like this !!!!” Read, the woman has many…