For a long time, I avoided talking openly about my skin struggles. Like many women in their early forties who had cleared their teenage acne only to watch adult breakouts, dryness, and uneven skin tone return with a vengeance, I…
For a long time, I avoided talking openly about my toenail fungus. Like many adults who spend time in communal spaces — gyms, swimming pools, shared showers — I had developed the thickened, yellowed, brittle toenails characteristic of onychomycosis and…
My name is Donna. I am fifty-four years old and I have been a television news anchor at a regional station for sixteen years. My face is on television five evenings a week. High-definition cameras in 2025 are unforgiving in…
My name is Karen. I am fifty-one years old, I have been a certified health and wellness coach for eight years, and I spent last winter getting sick four times between October and February. Four upper respiratory infections in four…
My name is Sandra. I am fifty-two years old, I manage a forty-five-person team at a national clothing brand’s flagship store in Chicago, and I have spent twenty-eight years of my professional life on retail floors. I have loved the…