Woman Becoming Winston Churchill

It happened after menopause. My waistline and my comfort with power grew imperceptibly until one day I found myself having whiskey at breakfast and convincing America to enter the war. Older women knew this would happen, but they didn’t tell me. Politics. When you’re young, you want to be lithe, diplomatic. You want to appease everyone. Now all I want to do is to crush the fucking Nazis. It’s not just that I want to set the world right; it’s that now I know how to. My new capability. I realize I’ll end my days out of power, painting watercolors and writing memoirs no one will read, but not yet. Not yet.