pursuing a life of purpose
“Eat your peas,” I tell my kids as a plate of lukewarm food sits in front of them. “They’re good for you. And delicious.” But no one really thinks peas are delicious. They are just placeholders, something I opened from a can to fill space. “But they are cold,” my daughter pouts. “And you know […]
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“Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence. He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge.” Psalm 91:3-4 I’ve heard it said that God meets us in our darkest hour. I don’t think he meets us there, like two respectable […]
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I cradle his head in my forearm, his droopy eyes and fat cheeks soft. I lay my cheek against his and smell his quick honey breath. It’s a small space between love and hurt because sometimes I want to squeeze him so tight the air squishes out and I’m left with a rag doll and […]
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Not everyone is an artist. It must be frustrating to be on the outside. To fail to understand that artists need to create things. That without the process of creating, their world fails to have meaning. Artists create to feel. They create to be sane and stop the ticking and urging and pulsing that comes […]
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I loathe hypocrites. I hate them so much I wish I could spit on them and tell them that they can’t love Jesus on one hand and say they hate Democrats on the other. These people raise their arms on Sunday and wish the Mormons would move to Canada. They tsk, tsk their way to […]
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Sometimes I dream about silly things, meaningless combinations of people and daily routines and journeys to nowhere. It’s like my brain can’t handle all the data and throws it together in perverted ways, going shopping for shoes while eating broccoli and meeting my husband for drinks without wearing pants. Occasionally there is a peace that […]
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I think it’s a disservice to teach our children that good rides around on a white horse and evil lurks in shadows. When they grow older, they will be attracted to what is sparkling and beautiful. They will think that church always means goodness and prayer pills are popped for headaches and sour stomachs. They […]
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Humans are inherently pack animals. I think it’s bred into our souls to walk together in groups. Hillary Clinton says it takes a village to raise a child, and even Jesus chose twelve disciples to hang with. We all huddle together as families, and units, and choose folks that think and eat and pray like […]
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It’s so nice to see my children playing with dirt and plants and rocks and sticks. This what I wanted when I had children – to see them use their little imaginations and explore the world around them. No television for my kids. Nosiree. Let ‘em get their hands dirty. I see my daughter hauling the […]
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my daughter, now six —- Being a writer is hard. I love the feeling late at night when I finish an essay, like I crossed a finish line or finally caught a breath of mountain air. I like getting positive feedback as a balm to my itchy insecurities. And when I sent my novel – […]
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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!
