pursuing a life of purpose
(1) It occurred to me that Thanksgiving is an apt description of this important holiday, which is refreshing. So I’m going to rename the holidays Christaninfantborn and Greenbeerdrinking and CandyHeartsTasteLikePeptoBismolI’lltakechocolate. (2) My children took the booster seats out of the car to make “chairs in their boat” which translated to “Hey mom we’re just going […]
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The Brattle, Boston I picked up “The Year of Magical Thinking” by Joan Didion in the Brattle Book Shop in Boston. We were the last ones in the store, my love and me, with no plans but to walk atop the bricks until our feet ached and our hands grew chilled. I tend to gravitate […]
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(1) If something makes you laugh, it just does. You don’t have to know why. Just stick with what truly makes your gut seize and you’ll be okay. (2) Please floss. It’s boring and awful but so are cavities in-between teeth and then you have to endure awful drilling sounds from the dentist chair like […]
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The other morning, upon running late, shooing children out the door, and wearing a pencil skirt with leopard-print pumps of all things, my son makes a discovery. A tiny little frog had hopped into the garage – fresh from the rain puddles I suppose, and had found himself juxtaposed between a corner and a large 4-year-old […]
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Some days are comfortable. You have the luxury of sipping coffee with two creams and your kids put on their shoes without argument and you’re listening to folk music in your car with fancy leather seats. And you think to yourself that you are Quite Blessed Indeed as you sip and hum and smile. A […]
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It’s easy to glorify our heritage. For us southerners, it’s a right of passage. I get it. Texas flows through my blood and I am damn proud of it. I was raised in a small town, buried deep in the Hill Country, close enough to eat Mexican food in San Antonio but far away from […]
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Right this very minute, I’m inhaling the smell of garlic and bacon simmering and bobbing amidst the peas I shucked last summer, their little black eyes peering at me from the pot. All last summer I sat and shelled them, long afternoons while the washing machine swished and my brain pulsed hard with thoughts of […]
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(1) So this past weekend, while eating a salad at Maudies, my date and I see a child vomit at the next table over, the parents not at all outraged or disgusted and simply continue to eat while the waitress cleans up said vomit. The parents handed the kid an ipad and a glass of […]
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Being happy is weird. It makes your stomach tense up and your heart beat fast and you wonder if you might possibly have indigestion. Sometimes you’ve lived so many lifetimes bearing burdens that when happiness comes it’s a bubble caught in your throat or a light that’s so bright it’s blinding. But you have a […]
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Most of us live sensible lives. We drive reliable cars. We ensure our children have green vegetables and eat organic chicken. We rent bounce houses on birthdays and allow our daughters to be princesses and when Fridays roll around, men grill steaks in their chinos and their wives say “they’re wonderful, dear,” and at night […]
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Hello! My name is Amanda Hill and I'm a writer and lawyer in Austin, Texas. Take your time to look around, and welcome!
