Hill + Pen

I read contracts every single day. My eyes scan them like a hawk surveys the landscape searching for food. Previewing the horizon, swooping in at times, always on guard. I can zone in on a small thing and go after it.  It’s a core part of my job to spot areas of high risk to my […]

I decided to take a writing class. So on a Wednesday night in the balmy city of Austin, I ditched the family and traversed to the bowels of Congress Avenue among all the hipsters to find a little room where this writing class was to be held.  You had to walk through an eyeglass store, […]

“It used to be a big craze with mothers to hide pureed fruits and vegetables into the evening meal. A bit of strained carrots in the marinara, butternut squash in meatloaf. But then it went too far with the spinach. Kids started to notice and across America told their parents to “stop screwing up the […]

  Something other than fruit. Maybe a hamburger, a Target gift card, a bottle of gin, or the same pay as a man. You went on a wine tasting and gourmet food tour in Italy over the summer.  All you can think of is produce? It’s not the thought that counts when you bring them […]

There was a red elmo doll on the back of a trailer today.  I sat at a red light and stared at it with a curious gaze.  I wondered how it was secured.  Little zip ties? A thin metal wire? Perhaps it was just whimsy for the sake of whimsy. One day a construction worker […]