In August of 2021, I couldn’t read. I’d just had a miscarriage—my second within six months—and every time I picked up a novel, my attention would splinter, the words disconnecting from one another, nearly incomprehensible. I complained about this to
In August of 2021, I couldn’t read. I’d just had a miscarriage—my second within six months—and every time I picked up a novel, my attention would splinter, the words disconnecting from one another, nearly incomprehensible. I complained about this to
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