Anne Lamott
Anne Lamott
Anne Lamottis an American novelist and non-fiction writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNon-Fiction Author
Date of Birth10 April 1954
CitySan Francisco, CA
CountryUnited States of America
god money giving
if you want to know how God feels about money, look at whom she gives it to.
god father personality
Looking back on the God my friend believed in, he seems a little erratic, not entirely unlike her father - God as borderline personality.
laughing want plans
If you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans.
girl jealous young
When I was young, I used to be so jealous of other girls that it crippled me.
jesus crazy mistake
God sent Jesus to join the human experience, which means to make a lot of mistakes. Jesus didn't arrive here knowing how to walk. He had fingers and toes, confusion, sexual feelings, crazy human internal processes. He had the same prejudices as the rest of his tribe: he had to learn that the Canaanite woman was a person. He had to suffer the hardships and tedium and setbacks of being a regular person. If he hadn't the incarnation would mean nothing.
good-friend doe helping
Good therapy helps. Good friends help. Pretending that we are doing better than we are doesn't. Shame doesn't. Being heard does.
crazy giving ham
If God was giving me a ham, I'd be crazy not to receive it. Maybe it was the ham of God, who takes away the sins of the world.
answers annoying problem
The problem with God - or at any rate, one of the top five most annoying things about God - is that he or she rarely answers right away.
teacher mistake people
My best teachers were mess, failure, death, mistakes, and the people I hated, including myself.
tea yogurt baptists
He got me a cup of tea with honey, toast with honey, yogurt with honey, like I was John the Baptist with the flu.
discipline
All freedom comes from discipline.
land doubt lilies
My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.
alive hardest learning-to-love
Learning to love back is the hardest part of being alive.
philosophy father eye
So I was doing well academically, and I was a well-ranked tennis player and was the apple of my handsome father's eye-and then I would bring home a report card with a B-plus on it, and my parents would look at the report card as if I'd flunked. "Uh, honey?" one of them would ask, looking perplexed. "Now, this isn't a criticism but, if you could get a B-plus in philosophy, how much harder would it have been to get an A-minus?"