I was standing in the women’s aisle at the grocery store holding a pack of pads, trying to remember which kind Maya said worked best for her sisters.
A teenager and her mother stood ahead of me in line. The girl was red-faced with embarrassment. The mother leaned close, said something soft, and the girl smiled. I looked down at my basket and thought, Natalie should have been the one teaching our daughters this part.
My third daughter, June, had started her period that morning.
I was standing in the women’s aisle at the grocery store holding a pack of pads.
