L.C. Hill I hate being forty-five years old, and I’m not even forty-five years old. Almost but not yet. I’ve never stopped doing that thing that kids do. If you ask a kid how old they are, they’ll tell you they’re almost ten. Or they’re…
L.C. Hill Gloria Vanderbilt died yesterday. Just over a month ago, I visited my dear friends in California. I go see them a few times a year usually. We’ve fallen into this wonderful habit of watching a movie or catching up on some mutually liked…
L.C. Hill “Whatcha doin’ this weekend?” I hit send on the text to the perfectly nice guy I’d had a great date with last weekend. His text came back a few minutes later: “Building a wall.” I waited a moment to see if he’d follow…
L.C. Hill It is unbelievable to me that you are already seventeen. You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman. And while you are truly beautiful on the outside, it is who you are inside that radiates your true beauty into this world. I remember…
L.C. Hill I ventured back into the world of online dating approximately twenty-four hours ago. So far, I’ve received messages from forty-seven men. Of those forty-seven, I’ve already had to block two from being able to ever message me again. One of those men is…
L.C. Hill The distinctive chime of my best friend’s text came in while I was letting the dog out. A friend once asked, “Whose fairy godmother just landed?” when he heard it. I’ll get it in a sec, I thought to myself. My phone was…
L.C. Hill “This isn’t just building a website,” I exclaimed over our lunch break. We’d spent the morning writing like we do every Saturday at the library. We had crossed our fingers entering our favorite restaurant nearby that there would be a table. It’s always…