from Ann Lamott

Anne Lamott

I am going to be 61 years old in 48 hours. Wow. I thought i was only forty-seven, but looking over the paperwork, I see that I was born in 1954. My inside self does not have an age, although can't help mentioning as an aside that it might have been useful had I not followed the Skin Care rules of the sixties, ie to get as much sun as possible, while slathered in baby oil. (My sober friend Paul O said, at eighty, that he felt like a young man who had something wrong with him.). Anyway, I thought I might take the opportunity to write down every single thing I know, as of today.

1. All truth is a paradox. Life is a precious unfathomably beautiful gift; and it is impossible here, on the incarnational side of things. It has been a very bad match for those of us who were born extremely sensitive. It is so hard and weird that we wonder if we are being punked. And it filled with heartbreaking sweetness and beauty, floods and babies and acne and Mozart, all swirled together.

2. Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.

3. There is almost nothing outside of you that will help in any kind of last way, unless you are waiting for an organ. You can't buy, achieve, or date it. This is the most horrible truth.

4. Everyone is screwed up, broken, clingy, and scared, even the people who seem to have it more or less together. They are much more like you than you would believe. So try not to compare your insides to their outsides. Also, you can't save, fix or rescue any of them, or get any of them sober. But radical self-care is quantum, and radiates out into the atmosphere, like a little fresh air. It is a huge gift to the world. When people respond by saying, "Well, isn't she full of herself," smile obliquely, like Mona Lisa, and make both of you a nice cup of tea.

5. Chocolate with 70% cacao is not actually a food. It's best use is as bait in snake traps.

6. Writing: shitty first drafts. Butt in chair. Just do it. You own everything that happened to you. You are going to feel like hell if you never write the stuff that is tugging on the sleeves in your heart--your stories, visions, memories, songs: your truth, your version of things, in your voice. That is really all you have to offer us, and it's why you were born

7. Publication and temporary creative successes are something you have to recover from. They kill as many people as not. They will hurt, damage and change you in ways you cannot imagine. The most degraded and sometimes nearly-evil men I have known were all writers who'd had bestsellers. Yet, it is also a miracle to get your work published (see #1.). Just try to bust yourself gently of the fantasy that publication will heal you, will fill the Swiss cheesey holes. It won't, it can't. But writing can. So can singing.

8. Families; hard, hard, hard, no matter how cherished and astonishing they may also be. (See #1 again.) At family gatherings where you suddenly feel homicidal or suicidal, remember that in half of all cases, it's a miracle that this annoying person even lived. Earth is Forgiveness School. You might as well start at the dinner table. That way, you can do this work in comfortable pants. When Blake said that we are here to learn to endure the beams of love, he knew that your family would be an intimate part of this, even as you want to run screaming for your cute little life. But that you are up to it. You can do it, Cinderellie. You will be amazed.

9. Food; try to do a little better.

10. Grace: Spiritual WD-40. Water wings. The mystery of grace is that God loves Dick Cheney and me exactly as much as He or She loves your grandchild. Go figure. The movement of grace is what changes us, heals us and our world. To summon grace, say, "Help!" And then buckle up. Grace won't look like Casper the Friendly Ghost; but the phone will ring, or the mail will come, and then against all odds, you will get your sense of humor about yourself back. Laughter really is carbonated holiness, even if you are sick of me saying it.

11. God; Goodnesss, Love energy, the Divine, a loving animating intelligence, the Cosmic Muffin. You will worship and serve something, so like St. Bob said, you gotta choose. You can play on our side, or Bill Maher's and Franklin Graham's. Emerson said that the happiest person on earth is the one who learns from nature the lessons of worship. So go outside a lot, and look up. My pastor says you can trap bees on the floor of a Mason jar without a lid, because they don't look up. If they did, they could fly to freedom.

11. Faith: Paul Tillich said the opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty. If I could say one thing to our little Tea Party friends, it would be this. Fundamentalism, in all its forms, is 90% of the reason the world is so terrifying. 3% is the existence of snakes. The love of our incredible dogs and cats is the closest most of us will come, on this side of eternity, to knowing the direct love of God; although cats can be so bitter, which is not the god part: the crazy Love is. Also, "Figure it out" is not a good slogan.

12. Jesus; Jesus would have even loved horrible, mealy-mouth self-obsessed you, as if you were the only person on earth. But He would hope that you would perhaps pull yourself together just the tiniest, tiniest bit--maybe have a little something to eat, and a nap.

13. Exercise: If you want to have a good life after you have grown a little less young, you must walk almost every day. There is no way around this. If you are in a wheelchair, you must do chair exercises. Every single doctor on earth will tell you this, so don't go by what I say.

14. Death; wow. So f-ing hard to bear, when the few people you cannot live without die. You will never get over these losses, and are not supposed to. We Christians like to think death is a major change of address, but in any case, the person will live fully again in your heart, at some point, and make you smile at the MOST inappropriate times. But their absence will also be a lifelong nightmare of homesickness for you. All truth is a paradox. Grief, friends, time and tears will heal you. Tears will bathe and baptize and hydrate you and the ground on which you walk. The first thing God says to Moses is, "Take off your shoes." We are on holy ground. Hard to believe, but the truest thing I know.

I think that's it, everything I know. I wish I had shoe-horned in what E.L. Doctorow said about writing: "It's like driving at night with the headlights on. You can only see a little aways ahead of you, but you can make the whole journey that way." I love that, because it's teue about everything we tey. I wish I had slipped in what Ram Das said, that when all is said and done, we're just all walking each other home. Oh, well, another time. God bless you all good.

Fun Showbiz Week!

When I moved to LA in my 20's, having just starred on an Mtv show I was SHOCKED, bewildered and disappointed at how normal and boring most days could be.  Even LA days??!! My little brain from Grand Prairie, Texas anticipated more. The only thing broadcast, obvi, is the exciting stuff - award shows and talk shows and home tours and edited content. 

But even in the exciting world of network TV, most days are getting gas, doing laundry & taking out the trash.

So, I'd like to take a moment to celebrate a FUN SHOWBIZ WEEK!!  

Here goes --

Went to my good friend Josh Paget's film festival screening.

Took my dog to a friend's for a doggie play date - which already is pretty first world. But, in our defense, she basically got kicked out of doggie day care. Anyway - She became OBSESSED with the neighbor's dog - which is Jason Priestley's dog.  Minnie will NOT leave that yappy little thing alone.  Yes, the dog is very cute in this pic, but when heard through a fence, it's just bark bark bark.

Friend Mark Thompson asked me to do his podcast & who was on it - Marilu Henner, who couldn't be nicer. Nardo!!!

Had a great set at the Laugh Factory last night.

I'm about to interview the awesome Kay Hanley from Letters to Cleo on my podcast Laura House at Large

Here and Now

& Tonight, I'm in this great show at the Comedy Central stage.

Oscar-level glam? Of course not. But still, FUN SHOWBIZ WEEK!

Kerouac on Meditation

Wow. I love Brain Pickings & this hit me hard --

Among the early converts (to meditation) in the 1950s was Jack Kerouac (March 12, 1922–October 21, 1969), who became so besotted with the ancient practice that he extolled its rewards in a poem


— lights out —

fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
I hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance — Healing
all my sicknesses — erasing all — not
even the shred of a “I-hope-you” or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it out, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes — and
with joy you realize for the first time
“Thinking’s just like not thinking —
So I don’t have to think

I've been teaching meditation for years & when I started, I was afraid meditation was weird or seemed weird. I wasn't sure of it. Is it bs or does it work? I was skeptical, but interested enough to give it a shot and it worked. It worked really well.  So I kept meditating and, this part's still a bit odd to me, I became a teacher.  Now I teach 2 types of meditation: Vedic and Mindfulness. 

What's weird, is not meditation, but that MOST PEOPLE DON'T MEDITATE. That's weird. Because it's been known to be effective for THOUSANDS OF YEARS. Not-Meditation is way weirder than meditation. It's just a cultural thing that we aren't taught how to do it. But it looks like that's changing.

Meditation is becoming more known in the west, more popular and mainstream -- why? Because this is a STRESSED-ASS WORLD! It's simply SO necessary to take a break from thinking now and then. Not medding is like if you were always on your feet and never sat down, if your computer was always on and never powered down, or if you never turned the lights off in your home. 

from Brain Pickings:

Centuries after Montaigne contemplated the double meaning of meditation and decades before Western science confirmed what Eastern philosophy has known for millennia — that meditation is our greatest gateway to self-transcendence and that by transforming our minds it is actually transforming our bodies — Alan Watts began popularizing Eastern spiritual teachings in the West and meditation wove itself into the fabric of popular culture.

I'm so glad it's re-weaving itself into popular American culture.

By the way, it's not religious or anti-religious, any more than is a massage. It's like massage in another way, too--you don't have to believe in it for it work.


I learned to meditate about 8 years ago and have taught it for 6. So, obviously, I've mastered thoughts and am never sad. That's what I hoped would happen, anyway. But all the neg thoughts/feelings are still there. Okay, not ALL. & that's something. It's a lot, actually. Upset is less deep  and less wide now.

And I can enjoy little things. It used to be so hard to enjoy moments, I was always in a hurry for some big thing, like "LET'S GET ON WITH IT!!" 

These are some of the little things I'm enjoying today - 

That I saw an old friend last night and he beamed as he told me about his kids

That this is what my dog looks like sleeping on me:

Minnie snoozing.

Minnie snoozing.

That I did a show last night in a backyard and it was actually pretty great.


Listening to the podcast The Dollop. I recommend starting with "Oofty Goofty." American History at its finest.

That there's a guy who's art it is to put underwear on trees.