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’ve arrived in Washinton, DC, and it’s permanent. And now it’s Saturday morning, 20 days after my plane landed. My family isn’t here yet, technically, physically. I carry them all around like magic. Eli is with me right now, sitting on my heart playing choo choos, for instance. But how did this all happen? I’ve …

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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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