Making sense

Anne Lamott, on writing ...

"We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason why they write so little. But we do. We have so much we want to say and figure out.”

Showing posts with label fucking cancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fucking cancer. Show all posts

Friday, January 2, 2015

And in more bad New Year news ...

Learned on Facebook that a high school friend's cancer has returned.
Dammit. Fucking cancer.
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