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Menopause has entered the chat… and apparently stolen Eliana’s memory, patience, and ability to remember why she walked into a room.
This week, the sisters revisit childhood rivalries, debate who was actually Mom’s favorite, and wonder if they’ve been fighting for five decades purely for everyone else’s entertainment.
Meanwhile, Eliana escapes to New York for a Broadway binge featuring vampires, Ralph Macchio, celebrity memoirs, and enough Playbills to wallpaper a retirement home. Leora shares her grocery-store memory hack, the sisters accidentally invent a million-dollar menopause gadget, and both agree that learning new technology after 50 should come with hazard pay.
Also: husbands who use their wives as human shields, sons who supervise luggage instead of lifting it, rogue chin (and knuckle!) hairs, airport chaos, Love Island, mezuzah debates, and a vacation disaster that proves why bungee cords should never be trusted.
Growing older isn’t graceful—but it does give us unlimited material, questionable memories, and absolutely no shortage of things to complain about.
By MenOpodMenopause has entered the chat… and apparently stolen Eliana’s memory, patience, and ability to remember why she walked into a room.
This week, the sisters revisit childhood rivalries, debate who was actually Mom’s favorite, and wonder if they’ve been fighting for five decades purely for everyone else’s entertainment.
Meanwhile, Eliana escapes to New York for a Broadway binge featuring vampires, Ralph Macchio, celebrity memoirs, and enough Playbills to wallpaper a retirement home. Leora shares her grocery-store memory hack, the sisters accidentally invent a million-dollar menopause gadget, and both agree that learning new technology after 50 should come with hazard pay.
Also: husbands who use their wives as human shields, sons who supervise luggage instead of lifting it, rogue chin (and knuckle!) hairs, airport chaos, Love Island, mezuzah debates, and a vacation disaster that proves why bungee cords should never be trusted.
Growing older isn’t graceful—but it does give us unlimited material, questionable memories, and absolutely no shortage of things to complain about.