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“We spend our 30s striving,” Suzy says, leaning back in her chair, a half-empty mug of coffee cooling beside a stack of laundry she refuses to fold until deadline. “At 44, I realized striving was just another word for performing. And I’m exhausted from performing.”
“At 42, my body suddenly had new rules. I gained weight where I never had. My sleep became a suggestion. The medical system gaslit me into thinking I was anxious. I wasn’t anxious—I was estrogen-deficient.” Suzy’s recent series on HRT (hormone replacement therapy) and the “invisible slide” into perimenopause prompted the magazine to run a dedicated health supplement for the first time in a decade. 40 something mag suzy
That authenticity is why readers don’t just read Suzy—they inbox her. For five years, her monthly column, “No Filter at Forty,” has been the magazine’s most-clicked feature. It’s not because she has the answers. It’s because she admits she doesn’t. Suzy didn’t set out to be a voice for the perimenopausal, the career-shifting, or the marriage-renegotiating. She was a freelance copywriter who pitched a single essay about the humiliation of hot flashes during a boardroom presentation. The editor asked for a second piece. Then a third. “We spend our 30s striving,” Suzy says, leaning
There’s a moment in every 40-something woman’s life when she stops apologizing for the space she takes up. For Suzy, the beloved columnist and resident “real-talk” contributor for 40-Something Magazine , that moment came somewhere between a forgotten dental appointment and helping her youngest child navigate a panic attack before a math test. I gained weight where I never had
She doesn’t offer 10-step plans. She offers solidarity. One viral column, “On Letting the Dishes Win,” was simply a photograph of her sink at 9 p.m. with the caption: “Tonight, this is my legacy. And I’m proud of it.” What’s next for Suzy? A book proposal (working title: Sorry, I Wasn’t Listening—Notes from the Distracted Decade ), a podcast pilot, and, she jokes, “hopefully a nap.”
The comments sections exploded. Not with vitriol, but with relief. “I thought I was the only one.” “Suzy, do you also cry in the parking lot of Target?” In our conversation, Suzy identifies the three pillars of the 40-something female experience that her work tackles head-on.
“I’m not even the full sandwich—my parents are still healthy. But I’m the dental appointment generation. I schedule orthodontist for my son and a colonoscopy for my father-in-law in the same ten-minute work break.” Her advice? “Lower the bar to the floor. If everyone is fed and no one is bleeding, you’ve won the day.”
