Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother. – Anne Lamott
Some people wont go the extra mile, and then on their birthday, when no one makes a fuss, they feel neglected and bitter. – Anne Lamott

