On Friday, two friends from my Faith and Culture Writers Connection at Rolling Hills met me at McMenamins southeast Portland Bagdad Theater to see author Anne Lamott. I appreciate Anne’s thoughts on faith, culture and writing, though I do not always agree with everything she writes nor her politics. She is a literary author who is very vulnerable in her story telling, which I appreciate.
When we arrived at the Powell’s Books sponsored event, it was sold out. This surprised me as the listing noted that tickets were available at the door the day of the event.
I guess we learned our lesson. The line was so long and it was clear we were not going to get a ticket from the few people who were selling tickets after deciding not to go after all.
We decided to go eat at the McMenamin’s and make the most of the evening, despite our disappointment. I’m always up for good food and drink and company.
While mulling over the menu, we began sharing parts of our stories, and as the food and drinks arrived, our conversations got deeper and our stories longer, with a word or two added about regretting not getting tickets in advance for the popular Anne Lamott is popular
An hour and a half into the evening, a group of four women came and sat near us. It was obvious they had just come in from the Anne Lamott event as they were holding their books, part of the bonus you received for buying tickets to the event. Her book, Imperfect birds, was just released in paperback. After the four women sat down, one came over to ask if they could borrow the empty chair at our table. “Sure,” my friend Bethany said, adding jokingly, “but it will cost you—a copy of Anne Lamott’s new book.”
We are not sure they heard Bethany’s comment but it forged a bit of a bond between us: our shared interest in the literary, controversial, well read, thought provoking, believing Anne Lamott. Though I disagree with Lamott on many areas of life, I can appreciate her common sense, her humor, her vulnerability and some of her Thoughts on Faith (the title of one of her books).
A little while later when I got up to use the rest room, I stopped by the table where these four ladies were gathered, and made small talk.
“So, how was the talk tonight?” I asked, and added, “Did she get into politics and Bush-bashing?” “Where’d you all come from?”
The ladies had driven up from Eugene and were part of a church together. They said that Anne was all over the map when it came to her talk and this time she went after the tea-party members. But, where these women focused was on Anne’s words regarding today’s parenting style, specifically the lament that parents want to be their kids best friend rather than a parent. Kids don’t need another best friend, Anne said, “They need a parent.”
I piped in right away and agreed with Lamott’s wisdom. I mentioned that I have five kids and have been writing about parenting and family issues in a column and blog for some time now, and feel that today’s moms and dads need to step it up a notch. Be the parent kids need.
After sharing back and forth a bit, one of the ladies looked at me and said, “Here, you can have my copy of Anne’s new book,” as she handed me Lamott’s new book—“We have three other books amongst us.”
I did not know what to say. I was humbled by this very kind act. A deliberate act of kindness toward someone she just met.
Wow, bonded even more. By enjoyment of WORDS and common sense approach to parenting and life and faith.
I told them I am also a writer and I would write about meeting these four Anne Lamott fans, who shared a bond of faith in the Eugene area.
And, the friends I came with said to me, “How did you just do that, get a copy of Anne Lamott’s book?” I was not sure why the ladies offered it to me. There are some things in life you just feel are gifts from God.
And, even a situation that begins in disappointment (like not getting in to see a speaker we were looking forward to hearing) can turn into an adventure and good conversation and meeting new friends – all of it, part of a God moment– which ended at Powell’s Books across the street from the Bagdad, where we browsed like kids in a candy store! A perfect evening indeed after all.