Anne Lamott

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  • Loving Bush: Day 2

    Even though I'm addicted to hating the president, I'm trying to forgive him -- as Jesus would. It's not easy.
  • "Joe Jones"

    An excerpt from Anne Lamott's recently re-released novel about a rundown riverfront cafe and the funny, broken people who congregate there.
  • Dust jacket

    I once published a novel that totally flopped. Now, 18 years later and sober, I've given it a haircut, scrubbed its face, and decided to reissue it.
  • Scattering the present

    As we tossed my mother's ashes into the wind, my heart was heavy with hopelessness, and with missing her. Even as I felt the old familiar despair that she had been my mother.
  • Flower girl

    Weddings are an act of faith, and you hope that for a brief period of time, the love and commitment of two people will bring everyone together.
  • Because I'm the mother

    My son hates church, but I make him go anyway. It's good to do uncomfortable things -- it's weight training for life.
  • One hand clapping

    My friend waved her stump for emphasis, or testimony. She waved it when she sang. She was like your craziest aunt, the religious one, with funny eyes, who drinks.
  • Let us commence

    At the Berkeley graduation I told the students that the secret to success was simple -- ignore your parents' expectations, give money to the ACLU, and find out the truth about who you are.
  • Warren G. Harding is my solace

    Even the Teapot Dome bozo was popular when he died -- and other thoughts to console yourself during the Bush reign.
  • A ham from God

    On my 49th birthday, my back hurt and my soul hurt. But solace came in an unexpected form.
  • Falling better

    It was the last Easter my friend Sue was ever going to have. So we celebrated with a ski trip.
  • Good Friday world

    I will pray for George Bush because he's part of the human family. But he's a dangerous relation, like a Klansman.
  • Sailing into the sunset

    On a cruise, hiding out from fellow passengers covered with American flag pins, my friend Buddy and I face the impending war. Part 1 of two parts.
  • Seeds of peace

    At the recent antiwar rally, people acted the way they wished the government would act -- with goodness and tender respect.
  • Every sandwich

    As the world falls apart around us, the only answer is to stick close to each other.
  • O Noraht, Noraht

    I wanted to love my mom because she did the best that she could do. But her best was terrible.
  • Sam is 13

    I am his mother. We snigger impatiently, we sigh, grip our foreheads, and sometimes we fight.
  • Hard rain

    If you march against war, your shoes might get wet, but maybe fewer people will die in Iraq.
  • Flashes of hope in the darkest hour

    My son, Sam, never knew his dad. One day he decided he wanted to meet him. Here's what happened.
  • I'm back!

    She's tanned, she's rested, she's traumatized by the elections, she's ready to roll. After a three-year absence, longtime Salon columnist Anne Lamott returns.
  • In heaven's smoking section

    Anne Lamott talks about her new novel, "Blue Shoe," growing up in a disastrous perfect family, and her lingering hope that George W. Bush will resign.
  • Why I love Salon

    It has a calming effect on me whenever I get worried about President Cheney's health.
  • Blue Glow

    Salon's TV picks for Wednesday, Nov. 3, 1999
  • Letters to the Editor

    An outpouring of fond farewells for Anne Lamott; readers weigh merits of "Monsters of Grace"; questioning the Kennedy legacy (and others).
  • Y'all take care now

    30,000 feet above Jackson, Miss., I came to believe it was time to start a novel.
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