“When in Rome...and Menopause: My Italian Adventure with the Sisterhood”

Pinch me! In just a few days, I'll be living my best “Under the Tuscan Sun” fantasy—except instead of finding myself, I’ll probably just find gelato. Lots and lots of gelato. That’s right, folks—I’m headed to Italy ! Before I gush about the Sistine Chapel and carb-loading on fresh pasta, let’s acknowledge the rollercoaster of emotions. I’m so excited, I could cry (which, let’s face it, might just be the menopause talking). But I’m also feeling a twinge of guilt about leaving my family behind. Why do I feel guilty when they’re literally cheering me on? Like, “Go, Ana! You deserve this!” Maybe it’s my hormones messing with me. Maybe it’s that Midwestern mom programming of “but who will feed everyone while I’m gone?!”. Or maybe—it’s the sheer terror of having FUN without them. The audacity! Massive grazie to my big sister, aka Queen of Generosity, for funding this trip of a lifetime! And a shoutout to one of my younger sisters for coming along to make sure there’s no shortage...