Ballad of the Beard
Marking the March of Menopause
Nov 3 · 5 min read

As a child, I had always noticed the stiff chin hairs of my female elders. I adored my grandmother, she was the (grand)mother-ship, the earth-(grand)mother, Nanna Lolly. The warm hug with the stabby little chin hairs was always welcome. I perhaps fleetingly wondered why I was being stabbed a little by her facial hair, and perhaps even vowed to never have it myself?! As a child…


