October 24, 2016

Anyone ever get dumped by a friend, a friend from whom you would NEVER have seen it coming, and certainly not in the fashion in which it came?

My relationship with one of my very best friends managed to come out of my fertility journey intact. Three years later, I shared my reproductive memoir, What Didn’t Kill Me with her, which included the painful scene of her sending me a picture of her newborn shortly after my third miscarriage, and she has never spoken a single word to me again (it’s been a year and a half now). Twenty-five years of thanking god we had each other, and I got one text: “Your book hurt my feelings.” I wrote an essay about this experience that is being published in The Magic of Memoir, which comes out November 15.

The Magic of Memoir is chock full of inspiration for anyone interested in writing or reading memoir, including interviews with Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love; Big Magic), Mary Karr (Lit; The Art of Memoir), Azar Nafisi (Reading Lolita in Tehran), and more. It is co-edited by Linda Joy Myers and Brooke Warner, a publisher and total champion of women who does so much to allow our voices to be heard.

The topic of my essay is also a HUGELY important one in the Infertility community. Infertility isn’t freaking cheap, and I know every penny counts, but I’m hoping some of you will be interested enough to read my essay to buy The Magic of Memoir, and then share the message and book among sisters.

Thanks in advance to anyone interested in buying the book, I’m so excited for my bittersweet first publication.

(Oh, the irony, huh, Dor?)