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
I woke up full of hate and fear the day before the most recent peace march in San Francisco. This was disappointing: Id hoped to wake up feeling somewhere between Virginia Woolf and Wavy Gravy. – Anne Lamott