Tell me if this sounds familiar: “When I got my first period, on Valentine’s Day in 7th grade in 1997, I couldn’t tell anyone about it,” writes Meg St-Esprit. “I struggled to even get words like ‘pad’ and ‘blood’ out of my mouth when talking to anybody but my mom. She prepared me for it well and encouraged open conversations, but the broader message from society made me feel more like a witch in Salem than a girl experiencing a normal event.” Now she’s got kids, though, and she’s delighted to report that everything has changed. It’s a lovely piece, and really nice to see. Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |
