“I couldn't make myself imagine Dad holding some creamy-faced baby, cooing at it, telling it he loved it. Taking it to baseball… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“We drove on in silence, Dad shaking his head in disgust every few minutes. I stared at him, wondering how it was… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“Because the truth was, and we both knew it, he'd gone long, long ago. I'd just made him stick around when he… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“Why shouldn't Mom trust me, Dad" Why are you so determined to make me out to be the bad guy all the… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“I've been thinking a lot about the word "everything." Whenever something horrible happens, you hear people say they "lost everything." They lost their house… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“I couldn't make myself imagine Dad holding some creamy-faced baby, cooing at it, telling it he loved it. Taking it to baseball games. Living… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“Why are you so determined to make me out to be the bad guy all the time?” I stared at the side of his… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“I didn't say anything at all, because somehow saying nothing seemed more humane than giving him all these reassurances.” — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“...But would that be enough? Because at the moment it felt like it could never be enough. People needed more than a place to… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“I thought everything I knew about you might have been a lie, but since meeting him and your parents, I've realized that the parts… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“I don’t know if it’s possible to take hate away from people. Not even people like us, who’ve seen firsthand what hate can do.… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“Just concentrate on being in the moment”, he said. “Don’t read into things. See what’s really there ok?” — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“I understand that it would be easier for you to think of him as a hero. But, Valerie, he did kill a lot of… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
“It was one of the constants of life. You are born, you die, you stand up when the bus doors open.” — Jennifer Brown Copy Share Image
