Elizabeth Hoover
Bio
Domestic Violence Survivor
Mother of 4
Coffee & Wine Lover
Nature Lover
Try anything once
Live out Love
Stories (9/0)
The Koala Vest
Chicken Nugget, the almost 7 year old got this little koala (pictured above) from prize box at school yesterday. He’s and adorable pencil hugging little thing who can also hug your pinky finger, or clip on to the side of your cardigan. Being tiny, and cute, and huggy, he is instantly a favorite thing.
By Elizabeth Hooverabout a year ago in Families
4 am
It's morning although daylight has not broken the horizon and raised her head to wake up the world. I hear the snuffles and rootles of your rising, my ears completely in tune to your every movement no matter how silent, and they pull back the veil of sleep from my eyes. I awake from my dreams to this new one - you need me. I marvel at how beautiful that is, how loved and blessed I am by your dependance, and how it is also so exhausting in its completeness.
By Elizabeth Hooverabout a year ago in Families
The accidental fight
On today's episode of Parenthood should really come with a manual... I started a fight between my daughters on the school bus. I wasn't even there, and it was a complete and total accident... I keep forgetting what they say the path to hell is paved with.
By Elizabeth Hoover2 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
The little black book was an unexpected discovery in the pile of belongings Lara’s estranged grandfather had left to her. It had arrived in a plain heartless manila envelope sandwiched between stacks of papers full of plain heartless legal words that hardly echoed the man she thought she remembered. It stood in stark contrast against the sea of white papers strewn about the table as Lara tried to make sense of what was left of the life of a man she had hardly known.
By Elizabeth Hoover3 years ago in Humans
My Weekly Writing Journey - Week 1
When I think about a journey, any journey I might take in my life be it literally traveling, physical, emotional, or mental I get excited. It's thrilling to think about heading towards a destination or a goal. That shiny glimmering light at the end is what sparks that excitement - it's what we want, it's right there on the other side at the end of the road. Often though, I find myself falling short of the goal - this doesn't happen with traveling but with physical, emotional, journeys - it happens ALL THE TIME.
By Elizabeth Hoover3 years ago in Humans
Surviving Phoenix Part 2
He always would tell me that I never had enough Joy. “Happiness is fleeting” he would say, “stop trying to be happy and just have some fucking joy.” It is an incredible paradox that feels surreal, like trying to make out your facial features in a fogged-up mirror, to be told how to be content with your life from the person who is literally tearing it and you apart piece by piece, picking even at the scabs that have tried to heal until the wounds bleed anew with fresh sorrow.
By Elizabeth Hoover3 years ago in Humans
Surviving Phoenix Pt 1
This is a true story. I patched up the holes on my body like the holes in the walls; a little concealer for spackle, a little sparkle in my eyeshadow since my eyes had none. But there was nothing that could patch up the shattered pieces of my heart. Those broken shards stabbed at my mind and my body creating an echo of pain that ricocheted within the chasm that had become me. That void was made from a loneliness and hopelessness mixed with fear and loathing - loathing of him, of my life and what it had become, and loathing of myself. If that chasm had a smell it would be that of a body in decay; that is, after all, exactly what I was. The makings of those holes echoed within it as if on repeat. They burned and twisted everything within me inside out and upside down until I could no longer see the world the right way up - as if I was looking through the reflection in a spoon amongst bits of cracked mirrors. It burned until I was nothing but ash and smoke inside, only the semblance of a person. I was a body. I had breath. But I wasn't alive. I thought he was going to kill me - it turns out breaking me, to him, was just as good as.
By Elizabeth Hoover3 years ago in Humans