Anne Lamott - Stories for the Journey

Both/And in 2020

I don’t know why I’m writing this as I have nothing significant to say. Yet, the writer in me feels compelled to share something, to

The first time I gave up I was four years old. My abuela — grandmother — was dying at home. I stood by her bedside,

I disappeared eight months ago. From life, from friends, from Facebook. It was intentional. I’ve needed — and still need — a container with hard