1963
Frenchtown, Tennessee
I learned about menstruation from a film at school.
On the morning of my thirteenth birthday, I discovered blood in my pajamas. As always, I was afraid to wake my mother up.
So, I went up and down the stairs several times, hoping that the creaking wood would rouse her.
She stumbled out of her bedroom, then screamed at me for waking her, then screamed again when she saw the blood on my sheets.
Next, she went into her bathroom closet and grabbed a sanitary belt and box of Kotex.
She threw them at me.
“I can smell your blood,” she shouted. “You really stink!”