I’m a little low and high and woo-woo these days so – good luck with the following sentences. I’ve got these four special loves right now. They are teenagers who found me somehow- two are in substance abuse treatment centers, one’s in a mental hospital and the fourth is in jail. Canary boot camps, you know. We write to each other because they’re scared and achy but hopeful – ME TOO. These are my babies. My best people. They are becoming wounded healers. Aren’t we all? I write to these warriors in the mornings sometimes. I remind three…
I need to tell you something
I’m staring at this blank page and thinking: This is one of the most important things you’ll ever write. Be kind and brave, Glennon. Steady. Clear. Shameless. Gentle. True. Pretend it’s just the two of us here in my kitchen. I’m making us chamomile tea. I pass a mug to you and ask you to sit down on the couch with me. You follow me into my family room and and we sit down and I look at you. I can see that you’re nervous because you’ve figured out I’m about to tell you something important. I quickly say: It’s…
BIG ANNOUNCEMENT: LOVE WARRIOR ARMY UNITE!
So, friends — Love Warrior will be released September 6. Love Warrior is the biggest, loudest, wildest truest thing I’ve put out in the world since Amma. I’m scared. Not just because of the content of Love Warrior — but because of the inevitable hoopla that will surround publication. I was raised by Bubba, who kept two signs on our family room wall. The first said: Don’t Be Humble . . . You’re Not That Great. The second said: Don’t Get Proud—the Size of Your Funeral Will Likely Depend on the Weather. So, “Shiny, Look At Me!” times are just not my family’s jam. They…