“I started writing when I was seven or eight. I was very shy and strange-looking, loved reading above everything else, weighed about forty pounds at the time, and was so tense that I walked around with my shoulders up to my ears, like Richard Nixon. I saw a home movie once of a birthday party I went to in the first grade, with all these cute little boys and girls playing together like puppies, and all of a sudden I scuttled across the screen like Prufrock’s crab. I was very clearly the one who was going to grow up to be a serial killer, or keep dozens and dozens of cats.”
—Anne Lamott, writer, from Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life, 1994• Editorial Comment: Buck up, Annie. Those cute puppies are selling insurance today.
PeezPix by Ted Pease
Christmas Morning 2012, Trinidad Fishermen’s Memorial
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