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The Dripping Dress is my way to name and finally accept menopause.

Almost twenty years ago, I was celebrating the success of an art installation with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and joy, when the first major hot flash caught me unprepared. My face and my dress became soaked and I ran away in shame from my audience.

This became a recurring experience but, lately, when it’s happening, I switch on my portable fan and hold my ground.