The Hag
I recently learned there’s a stage of life called ‘the hag’. Not maiden, mother, or crone, hag comes somewhere in midlife and fiercely defies anyone’s desire to label her. Beauty, decorum and other (particularly patriarchal) productivity ideals be damned. She is often shunned by patriarchal men, religious fundamentalists, and – surprisingly (or not) and sadly … More The Hag