The Vultures and the Wasps
I've reached that stage of life when I really wish I had my mother to explain the Birds and the Bees to me. Only in my advanced age, it would be The Vultures and the Wasps. I have a vague recollection of my mother stumbling through menopause. But it was at the same time I was traversing the joys of teenage angst while teetering on platform shoes and at the same time wearing pants with an 18" circumference around the hem. Good times. If my sweet mother were here, she would no doubt secretly enjoy the fact that her only daughter is facing mid-life flanked with 3 children under the age of 13 -- two of whom are girls.