Around town, I’m known as the period mom. But getting the ‘tween and teen females in my circle tampon-ready doesn’t have as much to do with swimming, as it does with my own horrifying maxipad childhood, which went something like this: ———————– “You wait here,” I yelled over my shoulder to the cute boy cautiously stepping off Bus #16 while I sprinted President’s Council Physical Fitness style, up the walkway to the house. I