I liked those ladies! They were helpers, and they danced.' These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced. - Anne Lamott

"These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced."

I didn't need to understand the hypostatic unity of the Trinity; I just needed to turn my life over to whoever came up with redwood trees.

"Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, "I hate you, God." That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you've had in months."

Writing can give you what having a baby can give you: it can get you to start paying attention, can help you to soften, can wake you up.