A new chapter in the story.

Women over 40 with ADHD — we can reimagine the story we tell ourselves.

I want to tell you a story.

It’s the last day of 5th grade, at Yorba Elementary School, in 1976.

I’m under a tree, reading, where I spent every recess.

And I look over to see a scrum of kids near the edge of the playground, hovering, talking.

In spite of my fear — my social awkwardness kept me away from most groups — my curiosity gets the best of me. I …