Menopausal Musings is a collection of small novellas. Each novella follows the inner world of one character's contorted thoughts as they cope with the crisis of middle age. We observe these afflicted people as they exist at different times of day. All are urban characters who live alone in New York City. All are trapped within the walls of their apartments and trapped in their minds and unable to escape. We listen and observe as their minds twirl with hopes, dreams, bitterness, and anger. We cringe as we watch their souls cringe because of isolation from family, friends, and the rest of humanity. They're humans set adrift in a unforgiving world with its billions of unmarked faces. Yet, their pain is our pain; their longing is our longing. And, that's the point. Here is a short sample from the opening of the first novella: "Moving about, a man walking to work and thinking. I am that man, an American prince from the town of New York, as in the City of New York, New York, the factory of dreams, the factory of liquid detergent that is distributed to the proverbial masses. My name, Mark Mansur, my persona, ordinary yokel, perhaps a common Joe, or perhaps a man about town without a town. Really though, and really or reality is the word, I am just a jerk from the suburbs who makes his money in the big, long-lost city surrounded by Hudson's waterway and the Atlantic Ocean of oceans." - THUS OPENS ONE NOVELLA IN THE COLLECTION.