“Circadian Rhythms,” by Fran Hoepfner

At some point in college when the conversation turned, as it was wont to do, to how everyone was “dealing with their period,” I had a friend tell me I should––no, I needed—to buy one of those hot water bottles with a cashmere cover. Cashmere! The fuck? I was twenty years old. The hot waterContinue reading ““Circadian Rhythms,” by Fran Hoepfner”