I'm on an obsessive mission to publish essays and articles
about miscarriage. Sending out queries like a banshee.
This is how I heal - write about it, help others.
The ayurvedic practitioner I recently saw told me that
eating spaghetti and tomato sauce was my form of
self-medication. Well, I'm at it again. Nothing sounds
better than spaghetti, sauce, parmesan and wine.
Bring it on. I'm tired of trying to eat meat already.
Too messy to cook.
I'm tired of trying so hard to be very perfect. I'm going
to drink wine and if I forget one of my 15 pills in a day,
so be it. Trying hard to do everything right hasn't worked.
So I'll be human for a while.
If you are interested in being interviewed for an upcoming
miscarriage article, make sure you fill out the form for
my book at http://www.firstthreemonths.com. I'm using
those entries to find women to interview for upcoming
assignments.
Fingers crossed that some editors have the courage to
publish honest articles about miscarrying women.
Right now, it still feels like one of the greatest women's
health taboo of the decade.
Your thoughts?
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