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Dear Judy,
I’m a 46-year-old journalist and mother of two from regional Australia, and I have some questions about Margaret Simon.
Like millions of girls, I grew up with Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. You guided us through puberty, periods, developing breasts and the extraordinary emotional upheaval of being eleven.
But Judy, what happened next?
Did Margaret marry Moose? Is he supportive? Does he understand the importance of not speaking to her during a hot flush? Has she embraced menstrual cups, or does she still regard feminine hygiene products with the same mixture of fascination and suspicion?
And what became of the bust exercises? Is there an updated chant for women whose nipples have been migrating steadily south for the past twenty years?
More importantly, has Margaret ever sat in her office chair on a Tuesday morning, wondering where her life went? Does she control the air conditioning, or is she also at the mercy of a 23-year-old named Aimee who insists the office is freezing while Margaret quietly boils to death?
Does she still question the futility of life? When her teenage daughter announced she was going to the neighbours’ house to run through the sprinklers, did Margaret feel the unmistakable weight of her daughter’s childhood slipping away, knowing there would be no more summers of little feet running through the house?
And where does she stand on cold brew?
These are important questions, Judy. You taught us that our changing bodies were normal, that our feelings mattered and that growing up was confusing for everyone.
But now we’re middle-aged, our daughters are going through puberty, our hormones are behaving like unsupervised toddlers and we’re discovering that nobody prepared us for the second half.
I don’t necessarily need another novel. Although I would absolutely buy Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. Again.
I just need to know that Margaret made it through her forties. That she’s happy, that Moose occasionally puts the dishwasher on without being asked, and that Nancy, Gretchen and Janie are still around to discuss the alarming developments in their respective breasts.
And perhaps, most importantly, does Margaret still talk to God?
Or has she reached the age where she’d prefer to speak to his manager?
With enormous affection and gratitude,
Emily Thompson
Orange, NSW, Australia
I’m a 46-year-old journalist and mother of two from regional Australia, and I have some questions about Margaret Simon.
Like millions of girls, I grew up with Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. You guided us through puberty, periods, developing breasts and the extraordinary emotional upheaval of being eleven.
But Judy, what happened next?
Did Margaret marry Moose? Is he supportive? Does he understand the importance of not speaking to her during a hot flush? Has she embraced menstrual cups, or does she still regard feminine hygiene products with the same mixture of fascination and suspicion?
And what became of the bust exercises? Is there an updated chant for women whose nipples have been migrating steadily south for the past twenty years?
More importantly, has Margaret ever sat in her office chair on a Tuesday morning, wondering where her life went? Does she control the air conditioning, or is she also at the mercy of a 23-year-old named Aimee who insists the office is freezing while Margaret quietly boils to death?
Does she still question the futility of life? When her teenage daughter announced she was going to the neighbours’ house to run through the sprinklers, did Margaret feel the unmistakable weight of her daughter’s childhood slipping away, knowing there would be no more summers of little feet running through the house?
And where does she stand on cold brew?
These are important questions, Judy. You taught us that our changing bodies were normal, that our feelings mattered and that growing up was confusing for everyone.
But now we’re middle-aged, our daughters are going through puberty, our hormones are behaving like unsupervised toddlers and we’re discovering that nobody prepared us for the second half.
I don’t necessarily need another novel. Although I would absolutely buy Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. Again.
I just need to know that Margaret made it through her forties. That she’s happy, that Moose occasionally puts the dishwasher on without being asked, and that Nancy, Gretchen and Janie are still around to discuss the alarming developments in their respective breasts.
And perhaps, most importantly, does Margaret still talk to God?
Or has she reached the age where she’d prefer to speak to his manager?
With enormous affection and gratitude,
Emily Thompson
Orange, NSW, Australia
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