pursuing a life of purpose
“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the […]
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This morning, I rose. Groggy and heavy, I drug myself to the bathroom and tried to convince myself that it was a brilliant day. That I would find something elegant to wear. That cereal piled high in bowls would suffice. I watched my son curled up next to the indention where my body formally lay. […]
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I love girlfriends. Without them I’d scowl more, spend more money on therapy, laugh only at Arrested Development, and likely have a drinking problem. My besties are all beautiful and funny and selfless and they all strangely pick up the phone when I call. But let’s be honest. Even amongst friends there are half-truths. Nice […]
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I have a wonderful life. My two children are smart and loving, beautiful and inquisitive. My home is a rock fortress atop acres of cedar and oak and native grasses, with a garden and pathways and a porch with large rocking chairs. I sit alone so many nights and marvel at the screeching of cicadas […]
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(1) You eat hummus, salami, and triskets more than three nights in a row (2) You are thinking of shaving your legs, the razor is starting to rust, and your reaction is “Meh. It’ll wait.” (3) Your consideration of a fun night out is off to Target armed with returns, a Starbucks run, and a […]
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Sin. It’s a sort-of silly word, like watching movies with too many boobs or some amorphous thing men do when they run off with secretaries. But in religious circles we love to throw it around casually while transmitting waves of forgiveness. Because that friend is a jerk and our parents didn’t love us enough and […]
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When it rains, it pours. Literally. Into my freaking living room. I had fallen asleep in my daughter’s bed the other night, and when I awoke, it took me a moment to get my bearings. People had been calling to check in. Texts were flying. There was strong language like Doppler and Warnings and Get […]
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I’m a Texas girl. I grew up swimming in bluebonnets and sipping sun tea and trying to whistle a tune on a piece of Saint Augustine grass. I’d sit on the porch and watch the ants race in neat little lines, and life was a string of hot summer days and sweltering nights. We’d go […]
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(1) You have to purchase replacement shoes. As in “this is part of my wardrobe so it’s totally worth the investment because the leather is peeling off the back of these cheap ones because I hobble across pavement all the time to and from my car and don’t tell me your job is casual or […]
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I’m writing this on my lunch hour, the phone timer set so my imaginary demons won’t report to the world that I’m spending work time on personal business. Because I feel such guilt over walking out the door at 4 or when I spend too long in the break room and my heart is always […]
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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!
