The New York Times bestseller from the author of Hallelujah Anyway, Bird by Bird, and Almost Everything
“Lamott’s …most insightful book yet, Stitches offers plenty of her characteristic witty wisdom…this slim, readable volume [is] a lens on life, widening and narrowing, encouraging each reader to reflect on what it is, after all, that really matters.”—People
What do we do when life lurches out of balance? How can we reconnect to one other and to what’s sustaining, when evil and catastrophe seem inescapable?
These questions lie at the heart of Stitches, Lamott’s profound follow-up to her New York Times–bestselling Help, Thanks, Wow. In this book Lamott explores how we find meaning and peace in these loud and frantic times; where we start again after personal and public devastation; how we recapture wholeness after loss; and how we locate our true identities in this frazzled age. We begin, Lamott says, by collecting the ripped shreds of our emotional and spiritual fabric and sewing them back together, one stitch at a time.
It’s in these stitches that the quilt of life begins, and embedded in them are strength, warmth, humor, and humanity.
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|Age Range:||18 Years|
About the Author
Anne Lamott is the New York Times bestselling author of Help, Thanks, Wow; Small Victories; Stitches; Some Assembly Required; Grace (Eventually); Plan B; Traveling Mercies; Bird by Bird; Operating Instructions, and the forthcoming Hallelujah Anyway. She is also the author of several novels, including Imperfect Birds and Rosie. A past recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship and an inductee to the California Hall of Fame, she lives in Northern California.
Date of Birth:1954
Place of Birth:San Francisco, California
Education:Attended Goucher College in Maryland before dropping out to write
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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***
Copyright ©2013 by Anne Lamott
It can be too sad here. We so often lose our way. It is easy to sense and embrace meaning when life is on track. When there is a feeling of fullness—having love, goodness, family, work, maybe God as parts of life—it’s easier to navigate around the sadness that you inevitably stumble across. Life holds beauty, magic and anguish. Sometimes sorrow is unavoidable, even when your kids are little, when the marvels of your children, and your parental amazement, are all the meaning you need to sustain you, or when you have landed the job and salary for which you’ve always longed,
or the mate. And then the phone rings, the mail comes, or you turn on the TV.
Where do we even begin in the presence of horror or evil or catastrophe—dead or deeply lost children, a young wife’s melanoma, polar bears floating out to sea on scraps of ice? Where is meaning when we experience the vortex of interminable depression or, conversely, when we recognize that time is tearing past us like giddy greyhounds? It’s frightening and disorienting that time skates by so fast, but then, it’s not as bad as being embedded in the quicksand of loss.
One rarely knows where to begin the search for enduring significance, though by necessity, we can only start where we are.
That would be fine, when where we find ourselves turns out to be bearable. What about when it isn’t—after 9/11, for instance, or a suicide in the family?
I really don’t have a clue.
I do know it somehow has to do with sticking together as we try to make sense of chaos, and that seems a way to begin. We could start with something relatively easy: C. S. Lewis famously said about forgiveness, “If we really want to learn to how to forgive, perhaps we had better start with something easier than the Gestapo.”
Maybe, counterintuitively, it makes sense to start right off with hard, rather than easy: Where is life’s meaning after Katrina, or an unwanted divorce?
If we’re pressed for an answer, most of us would say that most of the time we find plenty of meaning in life as it unfurls in front of us like a carpet runner—at least when it goes as expected, day by day, with our families and a few close friends. We have our jobs and those we work or play or worship or recover with as we try to feel a deeper sense of immediacy or spirit or playfulness. Most people in the world are striving simply to feed their kids and hang on. We try to help where we can, and try to survive our own trials and stresses, illnesses and elections. We work really hard at not being driven crazy by noise and speed and extremely annoying people, whose names we are too polite to mention. We try not to be tripped up by major global sadness, difficulties in our families or the death of old pets.
People like to say that it—significance, import— is all about the family. But lots of people do not have rich networks of hilarious uncles and adorable cousins, who all live nearby, to help them. Many people have truly awful families: insane, abusive, repressive. So we work hard, we enjoy life as we can, we endure. We try to help ourselves and one another. We try to be more present and less petty. Some days go better than others. We look for solace in nature and art and maybe, if we are lucky, the quiet satisfaction of our homes.
Is solace meaning? I don’t know. But it’s pretty close.
The kids say, “It is what it is.” They can say this with a straight face since they have not had kids yet. I remember my youth, and having that same great confidence in bumper stickers and my own thinking. Say it’s true: It is what it is. We’re social, tribal, musical animals, walking percussion instruments. Most of us do the best we can. We show up. We strive for gratitude, and try not to be such babies.
And then there’s a mass shooting, a nuclear plant melts down, just as a niece is born, or as you find love. The world is coming to an end. I hate that. In environmental ways, it’s true, and in existential ways, it has been since the day each of us was born.
It’s pretty easy to think you know the meaning of life when your children are small, if they come with all their parts and you get to live in that amazing cocoon of oneness and baby smells. But what if your perfect child becomes sick, obese, an addict or a homeless adult? What if you wake up at sixty and realize that you forgot to wake up, and you never became the person you were born to be, and now your hair is falling out?
You’re thinking about this for the first time when maybe it’s a little late. Your life is two-thirds over, or you’re still relatively young, but your girl went from being two years old to being eleven in what felt like eighteen months, and then in what felt like eight weeks to fifteen, where she has been now, sharply dressed as a bitter young stripper, for as long as you can fricking remember.
Oh, honey, buckle up. It gets worse.
Where is meaning in the meteoric passage of time, the speed in which our lives are spent? Where is meaning in the pits? In the suffering? I think these questions are worth asking.
Excerpted from "Stitches"
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What People are Saying About This
Praise for Stitches
“Lamott’s pithiest, most insightful book yet, Stitches offers plenty of her characteristic witty wisdom…this slim, readable volume [is] a lens on life, widening and narrowing, encouraging each reader to reflect on what it is, after all, that really matters.”
“Laced with stories, full of faith…a hopeful [book].”
—Minneapolis Star Tribune
“The wickedly witty and very funny Lamott…makes you laugh at the same time she makes you think. This collection of moments, memories and spiritual insights is one of her best.”
“Like a warming, hearty sip of soup after a day out in the cold or a candid letter from a friend.”
—New York Daily News
“Whirling, fuming, blunt, wise, and funny…Lamott’s larky yet shrewd needle-and-thread spirituality is realistic and renewing.”
“Vintage Lamott: funny, brilliantly self-deprecating, and insightful.”
“Anne’s thoughts on human loss and brokenness are served with slices of quirky humor, wisdom and spiritual insight that pulls readers in and won’t let them go.”
Praise for Help, Thanks, Wow
“Filled with Lamott’s unique brand of humor, wisdom, and profound spiritual insight . . . She has a gift for putting into words what it means to accept and ultimately embrace the beauty, mystery, and pain that is life.”
—San Antonio Express-News
“Prayer is a topic that can quickly turn treacly, but the reader needn’t fear that in Lamott’s irreverent hands.”
—Minneapolis Star Tribune
“Practical and poetic advice on prayer.”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I have never read an author who can express her feelings so vividly. It is a true gift from God to be able to interpret life in such a matter-of-fact way. I'm almost envious of Ms Lamott's' ability to accept life on life's terms and enjoy the relationships formed along the way. Reading this book made me realize I need to appreciate more and worry less.
Anne Lamott, a brilliant author and out-of-the-box Christian, is not afraid of asking the tough questions. Why is there so much suffering in the world? Why do good people die before their time? What can we say or do when someone we care about is suffering? Without giving any pat answers, Anne explores these and other life questions. As always, her writing is beautiful and engaging, drawing us in. She shares deeply personal stories that resonate. She is raw, personal, and likeable. She makes us feel like we are her friends as she takes us through chapter after chapter. I picked up this book for myself, and then later purchased a copy for a friend whose father had died. I highly recommend it.
For anyone whose life is upset and upside down from loss or impending loss. Lamott, who uses the fewest words to make a point, is spot on with uplifting thoughts. Not schlocky overused phrases, but meaningful stories and observations.
I wasn’t expecting much from this book. The cover mentioned hope and I frankly could use the positivity. Twenty pages in, I was already blown away. Lamott was telling me what I needed to hear. Heck, there was even a mention of Oakland (where I’m from). The book is recent and mentions the Sandy Hook tragedy several times. What I liked most about this book is that it is NOT your new edition of “Chicken Soup for the Tragic Person’s Soul.” This book is NOT about how to learn how to keep your happy face on at all times. It IS about finding meaning, dealing with the difficult things in life one piece at a time and finding the lesson in each moment of suffering. Maybe it’s because my life appears to draw on similar parallels to which Lamott wrote about in her essays. Or maybe the timing was just right. Reading this book didn’t necessarily give me clarity on all the dark parts of my life, but it did shed a little light. And yes, I felt a little more optimistic about things than I usually do.
I approached this book with great skepticism. It was recommended to me because I'm dealing with my daughter's and husband's major health issues. Being a humanist agnostic, I knew of Anne Lamott as a Christian writer. Being particularly frazzled one morning, I picked up this book. In a short time, I became amazingly calm and thoughtful, experiencing an awareness that there are many others dealing with such challenges. My expected sensitivity to the author's references to God and Christianity was softened by her personal openness and honesty and her real lack of dogmatism. I'm so glad to have discovered this book.
I like to think I am pretty well grounded in most of my beliefs. However, when I become complacent with those beliefs along comes Ann with an out of the box observation that me a "never thought about that" moment. If you like to be asked to think out of the box about complacent stuff then Stitches and Lamott are your sort of adventure.
I was somewhat disappointed in this book due to it being so short, not much written about her son, her church or the people that added to the fabric being stitched together...I have read several of her books and just didn't arrive at the same place as I had previously, which is that made me laugh, cry, ponder, share...
I've all of her books..the non-fiction ones.. and I think this one may be the best. It was for me anyway. My husband died not long ago, and one of my children suffers from addictions to various substances. Life isn't easy, but as the old song goes: "I've got the sun in the morning and the moon at night", and with books like this one, I'm allright. Thank you, Ms Lamott.
This is just the kind of book I was looking for to read over the Christmas holidays. I finished it in two readings. I was surprised to learn that Anne Lamott was from the San Francisco Bay area. I knew a lot of the locations she was describing. I did think it was inspiring and useful, I thought it would go a lot deeper into loss of a loved one and while part of it does not the whole book does. I did turn down some pages, and know I will be rereading again as they apply too my life. I must admit that I am very curious about her other books. I do like the way she compared life to sewing, I remember my mom with the darn sock tool, I still have it, I think. I will use the info in the book, but can't say that I have yet.
Love her style. Love her outlook. Makes me think.
The book is mediocre compared to most of this author's work. It did not leave me inspired like most everything else she has written. It could have been incorporated with Help, Thanks, Wow rather than sold as a separate book.
Boring, if i kept my receipt would gladly return bact to the store.
I read it and it's the first book in 34 years I want my money back on. the book wasn't stitched together well (pun intended) it left me with a bad view of the author and the publisher that would publish this book.