About Me

The Pink Wrangler Writes Again and Again and Again... Photo by Craig Alexander.

I used to be normal but then something happened after I hit my forties. Maybe it was early menopause. Maybe it was yet another failed relationship. Maybe it was that guy who called me an “older woman.” I’ll probably never know for sure. Here’s one thing I figured out though: I went a little funny in the head. As in, crazy. Oddly enough that helped me figure a few things out.

The Pink Wrangler Grilling Her Sources (I used to be a journalist you know!)

First, I sorted out my health and learned how hormones could help me deal with menopause. I wrote about it in a soon-to-be-published book called Ride the Pink Elephant (the source of my nickname, Pink Wrangler).

Then I started a blog about sex and the older woman called seasonedsex.com. Hormones gave me back the sex life that menopause had taken from me, and I wanted to tell other women there was hope. My seasonedsex readers were great and I’m forever grateful for their support and feedback, but after a couple of years, I decided to change seasonedsex.com to funnyinthehead.com because I got so much nasty flak for writing about sex. Turns out you get slotted as being pro-porn just for mentioning the word, “sex.” Throw in the fact you’re an older woman and suddenly everyone wants to call you a “MILF” or a “cougar.” Who needs it?

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I still talk about sex a lot because it’s funny and fun. But I’ve broadened my scope to include my crazy thoughts on dating over forty, relationships, growing old, and finding inspiration. Here’s my bottom line: I know from first hand experience that menopause can snap you out of the most tenacious youth fantasy faster than you can say, “I’m a little homicidal this year.” But I also know there is a whole new world after menopause. Happier, healthier, sexier, and, of course, funnier.

With love and humor,

The Pink Wrangler.

PS: Sorry about the anonymous thing — I used to write under my real name, but then when people Googled me, they’d land on my blog only to discover what I really thought or how crazy I really was. I couldn’t get a job! Girl’s gotta eat so now I’m the Pink Wrangler, or The Wrang, or Pinker, or whatever you want to call me.