As you’ve probably guessed, I scan the interwebs before I blog in the morning, looking for something to catch my attention and intrigue me enough to post about. I didn’t sleep well last night so I was going to just skip it today. But then I read this post from my friend Mary Elizabeth about […]
I just read an article in today’s New York Times called The Trauma of Being Alive. It pissed me off. It feeds the dysfunctional obsession with defining ourselves in terms of the worst thing that has happened so far. Child of bad parents? Been through an ugly divorce? Lose a friend or sibling or parent […]
Anne Lamott posted this on Facebook today, in response to someone who asked, “What job would you want if you weren’t a writer?” She said she’d want to sit by the door of her church with bowls of M&Ms and cherries and the Communion elements. She said many beautiful things, but here is the part […]