pursuing a life of purpose
(1) I love to text. My thumbs fly so fast you would not believe. There’s nothing more gratifying than the three little dots that says “they’re writing something at this very moment! In a few short moments, unless they get a phone call, have to take something hot off the stove, have an urge to […]
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I walked out of an OB/Gyn’s office today, thinking of lunch dates and meetings, deadlines and duties. I slid into a crammed elevator next to a woman clinging to a lab slip, trying so very hard to stifle her tears. I watched her struggle for breath. Struggle to keep angst trapped inside the thin walls […]
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I would imagine if I were starving and placed at the forefront of a great feast, I’d be filled with angst. How would I carry it all away and save it for when there was none? I couldn’t possibly enjoy a corn soufflé knowing it wouldn’t last and the pheasant would turn to bile and […]
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This girl can’t pass up a good groupon, so when an Irish restaurant in town offered a four-course menu for four for $99, I ran toward the computer with my credit card in tow and snapped it up like last call. Not that ye Irish are really known for their food, and I’ll be honest […]
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I’m not Catholic. And yet in church when all heads are bowed I make the sign of the cross on my chest because somehow it feels holy and special like I am a part of a secret club. My Catholic friend Dawna invited me to attend her church once, and I gleefully knelt up and […]
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Before I wake I want to feel breezes dust my face and kisses so light they fail to touch my skin and I want to roll to my left and curl up in you. And when I close my eyes I see bursts of blue and gold and crimson red and I will shudder at […]
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Texas weather has been a bit schizophrenic lately. One day we have an actual dusting of snow on the driveway that doesn’t immediately melt upon ground impact and Austin closes the schools for an entire day. There’s a rush on grocery stores and folks bite their lips wondering if they have enough heat to make […]
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I abhor the ripping and tearing of lives. The brokenness and isolation that comes along with One Who Has Lost Things. I was a Grand Oak, I was. Not some maple who burdened the land with the changing of color or a willow who drooped and swayed with a weary heart. I was one who […]
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(1) I got an email from a very trendy store today that said “Start Your New Year off right with a new set of knives.” Instead of just deleting it, I sent them back a response asking if owning new knives really set you up for a successful year. Is it even possible there […]
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There are times I want to write but the words freeze like cold air and what was once winsome turns rigid, just cracked brittle words falling down like chunks of ice instead of snowflakes. Fear enters my fingers because it’s not good enough or not worthy enough so I fill my time sulking and […]
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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!
