L.C. Hill The yoga lady on my iPad tells me to ground through my left foot and find my focus. Focus, she says today. Focus, balance, believe, reset, nurture. It’s been something different everyday. I look at the shelf on the wall in front of…
L.C. Hill “I don’t understand how we got here,” he said to me. He was the nice guy, the one I had been looking for all these years since my divorce. He wouldn’t understand even if I told him. It took me weeks, after all,…
L.C. Hill I do this thing where I pull out my dark gray underwear on important days. You might consider them my lucky underwear. I don’t know that it’s luck. It’s more like hope for better things. I don’t know why it’s the dark gray…
L.C. Hill This is late. I couldn’t find any words. I write about painful things. I find that easy. There’s nothing painful right now. I find this hard. That’s really fucked up. And really fucking amazing.
L.C. Hill My friend, who is intimately knowledgeable on the subject, told me doctors have six minutes after someone dies to harvest a heart before it’s too late to be good for someone else. Two things: When you break, act quickly to make sure your…
L.C. Hill I open a new book, and I immediately begin to fan through all the pages and listen to them snap away from each other. I watch the words go by in a blur like those movies I used to make on a pad…
L.C. Hill I feel sorry for the man who ends up as my cosmically chosen soulmate. It certainly wouldn’t be someone’s choice without the fates interfering. I’m scatterbrained, I lose things. I don’t complete thoughts because I’m always on to the next one. No one…
L.C. Hill Pedal. Pedal. Pedal. Pedal. Pedal. My head hangs and I focus on the road no more than three feet in front of me. If I just make it three feet at a time, I’ll make it over and over again. I mistakenly look…
L.C. Hill There’s a place in between peace and loneliness. I linger there. There is nothing unhappy about this place. My dog hangs out there with me. We sit on the couch together. I drift off to sleep sometimes. So does he. More than I…
L.C. Hill He called them Polaroid moments. He said they were snapshots. Not the lifetime of memories of a person, but the moments that stand out to you when you look back on a lifetime. My best friend’s father-in-law reflected on the moment his son—her…