Grateful Life
Amy Hill
Before the pandemic, we rarely paid attention to this. Now, we watch it over and over, enjoying the moment.
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Light at the End of the Tunnel
Amy Hill
I started to feel naïve to think that I could ever take this pandemic "by the horns" and believe that I could thrive amidst the tragedy and chaos.
Read MoreRed Shoes
Amy Hill
I was with my dad when he bought these. He wanted a pair of red shoes for playing pickleball. Never one for flash and yet he wanted a sense of savior faire.
Read MoreA New Friend
Amy Hill
She is alone. Her gait is brisk and light-footed, almost floating and soaring above the ground. Her tattered fur is dusty tan and creamy vanilla.
Read MorePain in Times of COVID-19
Amy Hill
Pain, like love, can be an intense and long-lasting relationship. Pain, unlike love, is not something we wake up hoping for.
Read MoreA Year of Mourning
Amy Hill
My prayer is that we will come out of this as fully-healed people who have known loss and caught our breath …
Read MoreThe Winter Storm
Amy Hill
We were essentially trapped in our own house, not only by the pandemic, but by the ice as well.
Read MoreThe Bottle Garden
Amy Hill
I stop, mesmerized. The curb in front of the mill house has been lined with old bottles and jars. Some whole, some broken. Each claims a spot, catching the morning sun.
Read MoreBack From the Dead
Amy Hill
Testing took forever, and a positive result came back on January 6th– just in time to watch the Capital get over-run.
Read MorePiato
Amy Hill
While he tends to rush and take off with other riders, I, somehow, manage to calm him, and he goes over the jumps smoothly.
Read MoreYes, I Do Know It
Amy Hill
I’ve overheard enough of his screaming matches with my brother to know how he reacts to anything that taints his ideal picture of how Black men should be.
Read MoreMy Charlie Brown Christmas
Amy Hill
Jon offered to check one more area for trees. Shortly after, he called me on FaceTime to show me what he had found, but the reception was so poor it was just a green blur.
Read MoreThe Grey Cat
Amy Hill
Affecting us one and all
waiting to get
that dreaded phone call,
”Yes, I've been in contact, too,
and now taking this test is my next thing to do"
Difficult Choices
Amy Hill
Where do the toddlers sleep and play, if their mothers have to break curfew to work in the parks at night, risking arrest in order to feed themselves and their children?
Read MoreThree Hundred Pages
Amy Hill
A card that says “I love you more than coffee,” a Mary Oliver poem I wrote out long hand to feel the words, notes and poems from students past, a tiny, crocheted baby yoda in a mask.
Read MoreWater on Concrete
Amy Hill
I don’t feel like I am a teacher at all anymore. I am now a mental health expert on the brink of mental distress herself. The words grit, resilience, and trauma-informed fill my head.
Read MoreLiving With the Virus
Amy Hill
They tell us that nearly everyone by now knows at least one person who’s contracted the empathy-loss virus. A few have contracted the more virulent compassion-loss virus. Some of us know more than one whose soul has already died from the disease.
Read MoreUpstairs Neighbor
Amy Hill
He rushes past, barefoot, sanitizer in hand, to take his favorite seat in our living room. Sometimes, he surprises us with homemade chicken soup, fritters, Bacalao, and Jamaican breakfast. Everything I’m not supposed to eat.
Read MoreI’m Not Scared, But She Was
Amy Hill
I know how it feels to not want to be inside of your home. I know how it feels to stop before entering the door and wanting to cry because you don’t want to go in.
Read MoreA Glowing Story Tower
Amy Hill
When I was in 8th grade, my homeroom teacher called me a social butterfly. I thought she was complimenting me until I looked closely at her face.
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