How far will a woman go to heal her miscarriage grief?
Does she:
a) consult a hypnotherapist
b) drink too much
c) hire a dominatrix in Berlin
d) all of the above
Listen to find out the answer! And if you want further context - you can read the following before or after listening.
I know I’m making art when I find unexpected humor, that is to say, varied dimensions, about a shitty experience. Finding colors and humor in the shadows of experience or belief helps me metabolize the ick and by ick I mean life.
I qualified for a Moth GrandSLAM by winning a local StorySLAM in Berkeley in 2021. The theme of that night was Awards and I won telling the story about the time I entered a local Miss America pageant, Miss LA County to be precise, while I was in art school. Competing in the pageant was a stab at performance art (though in retrospect I’d describe it as a comedy gold) and I tried to make myself as awkward as possible just to see what the pageant directors would do with a contestant who was chubby, poorly dressed, overacting a Lady MacBeth monologue, and whose platform was to raise awareness of ulcerative colitis. But in a surprise turn of events, I found myself really wanting to win. Spoiler alert, I didn’t even make top ten.
For a MOTH GrandSLAM, ten finalists are given about a month to develop a new story on a new theme. The theme for my GrandSLAM was Now or Never. Rules: stay within a 6ish minute time limit, no notes allowed, and the story has to be true and about the teller.
The story that I developed for the Moth GrandSLAM and all my work here at THE DEMISERY is an attempt at releasing shame and normalizing conversations about miscarriages and hopefully having some ridiculous laughs along the way. It’s a way to try and be in acceptance of pain without creating more of it.
Love,
Liz
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