Book Review of Anne Lamott’s Almost Everything: Notes on Hope – Book Review by Catherine Lanser – A few months back I had an opportunity to see Anne Lamott speak. I was familiar with her book Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life, but I wasn’t sure if I’d ever read it. It was lumped in my mind with other… Read More »Book Review: Anne Lamott’s Almost Everything
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Go down the gravel road past the farm where a family lived in a boxcar, past the field with longhorn cattle When you hear donkeys bray, you are almost there.
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i want to stick my fingers between all of your leaves i want to run my hands over your knots : step my bare feet onto your roots : sink against…