There is no way for me to adequately convey my admiration, respect – hell, sheer hero-worship of – for Anne Lamott. This essay could have been crafted from my own thoughts. Admittedly, she took my fractured, ugly, disjointed thoughts and fashioned them into beautiful whole cloth. But what else is new.
She also cites something I’ve long believed, which is that we make time for that which is really important. If...



