This is Eli

A blog about Eli. A blog about survival – and by that, I mean life!

Eight. My baby is 8. Eight. In another eight she’ll be 16, a thought I’d rather not have ever again until it actually happens. What is 8? It’s posing with balloons, arranging Beanie Boo’s just so. It’s shrieking protests over cutting hair that’s a year overdue for a trim. It’s unicorn colors and headbands galor …

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I’m trying my hand at meditation. This is unlike me. I don’t have patience for such woo woo things, things like stopping and breathing. I began to see a therapist this week. I arrived 20 minutes late. It stressed me out. Which is the opposite of the point of therapy. I noted that unlike seven …

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I first learned about the the post-mortem, in the way the term applies to being better next time around, not doing an autopsy, while working a temp job at an academic hospital in downtown Chicago. When someone dies, there is apparently this big conference. At my hospital they called it M&M, which is a creepily …

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