Every woman's path is difficult, and many mothers were as equipped to raise children as wire monkey mothers. I say that without judgment: It is, sadly, true. An unhealthy mother's love is withering. Anne Lamott childdifficultequip Change image and share on social
I like the desert for short periods of time, from inside a car, with the windows rolled up, and the doors locked. I prefer beach resorts with room service. Anne Lamott beachcardesert Change image and share on social
I don't have very sophisticated taste in music. I listen to a lot of folk music. I like reggae. Anne Lamott folklistenlot Change image and share on social
Everyone is flailing through this life without an owner's manual, with whatever modicum of grace and good humor we can manage. Anne Lamott flailgoodgrace Change image and share on social
No one is more sentimentalized in America than mothers on Mother's Day, but no one is more often blamed for the culture's bad people and behavior. Anne Lamott americabadbehavior Change image and share on social
You want to give me chocolate and flowers? That would be great. I love them both. I just don't want them out of guilt, and I don't want them if you're not going to give them to all the people who helped mother our children. Anne Lamott childchocolateflower share on social
Life is really pretty tricky, and there's a lot of loss, and the longer you stay alive, the more people you lose whom you actually couldn't live without. Anne Lamott alivelifelive Change image and share on social
The whistle is always waiting to be blown, and in some ways, it gets me to do better work. Anne Lamott blowwaitway Change image and share on social
I'm kind of a gossip hound, but watching the media whip the small fires into giant forest fires so that they can cover the result is infuriating. Anne Lamott coverfireforest Change image and share on social
The earth is rocky and full of roots; it's clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you'll never see it again - it's death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil. Anne Lamott blackbulbclay share on social