![]() ![]() ![]() The worst possible thing you can do when you’re down in the dumps, tweaking, vaporous with victimized self-righteousness, or bored, is to take a walk with dying friends. That’s precisely what Anne Lamott - one of the most intensely original writers of our time - explores in Small Victories: Spotting Improbable Moments of Grace ( public library | IndieBound), the same magnificent volume of reflections on grief, gratitude, and forgiveness that gave us Lamott on the uncomfortable art of letting yourself be seen.įrom the very preface, titled “Victory Lap,” Lamott stops the stride: And yet it is possible to find between the floorboards a soft light that awakens those parts of us that go half-asleep through the autopilot of life. ![]() Rather, it creeps up - through the backdoor of the psyche, slowly, in quiet baby steps, until it blindsides the heart with a giant’s stomp. But oftentimes, grief doesn’t exactly come - not with the single-mindedness and unity of action the word implies. “Grief, when it comes, is nothing like we expect it to be,” Joan Didion wrote in her magnificent meditation on the subject. ![]()
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