In 2012, a dear friend and I drove to a church near Philly to hear Anne Lamott speak, and she signed the book I’d brought with me: Help,Thanks, Wow: The Three Essential Prayers. Her pen gave her considerable trouble, but on the title page she eventually managed to coax out enough ink to sign her name and also write, “last of the ink.” I knew then and there that phrase would have some enduring meaning for me, I just didn’t know what that was.
Spill It
In 2012, a dear friend and I drove to a church near Philly to hear Anne Lamott speak, and she signed the book I’d brought with me: Help,Thanks, Wow: The Three Essential Prayers. Her pen gave her considerable trouble, but on the title page she eventually managed to coax out enough ink to sign her name and also write, “last of the ink.” I knew then and there that phrase would have some enduring meaning for me, I just didn’t know what that was.