Sometimes I think that Jesus watches my neurotic struggles, and shakes his head and grips his forehead and starts tossing back mojitos. - Anne Lamott

Writing like this is a little like milking a cow: the milk is so rich and delicious, and the cow is so glad you did it.

I think joy and sweetness and affection are a spiritual path. We're here to know God, to love and serve God, and to be blown away by the beauty and miracle of nature. You just have to get rid of so much baggage to be light enough to dance, to sing, to play. You don't have time to carry grudges; you don't have time to cling to the need to be right.

It is a violation of trust to use your kids as caulking for the cracks in you.