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Reading and researching about the theme of middle age makes more sense when our joints start failing us, signaling that some form of action is urgent.

If being born, growing, “teen aging”, and aging exist, it seems timely for us to propose a “middle aging”.

We only name what we know. When we name something, we control the meaning and the function of the things; we seize for ourselves that which until then had been strange to us. Even though the perceptions in this stage can seem distorted and hyperbolic to the eyes of others, middle age only lets itself be known by successive approximations. It turns out to be unequal for each woman.

So upon turning 52, that was how I, Ana Cristina, decided to make use of my research training to better understand what was happening to me.

The idea of forming a partnership to share this moment of reading and studying the subject seemed to make perfect sense to me. Martha — a psychologist and colleague and friend from my generation, who had the same eagerness to learn and delve into different topics — accepted the challenge.