grace is a small white butterfly, and life is a semi trailer careening up 101.

I kept my expectations low, which is one of the secrets of life.

One secret of life is that the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. Another secret is that laughter is carbonated holiness.

How alive am I willing to be?

I am positive of only a few things in life, and one is that if you want to have a decent middle and old age, you have to get exercise almost every day.

Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don't make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit.

Dealing with your rage and grief will give you life. That is both the good news and the bad news: The solution is at hand. Wherever the great dilemma exists is where the great growth is, too." —Anne Lamott

When people shine a little light on their monster, we find out how similar most of our monsters are.

We get to--have to--finally release the perfectionism and expectations, expectations being resentments under construction. We can't get bogged down in this stupid stuff. It's actually a miracle just to be here at all, with a few truly great friends, and to keep muddling through, grateful if not sometimes perplexed.