“Why shouldn't Mom trust me, Dad" Why are you so determined to make me out to be the bad guy all the time?" I stared at the side of his face, willing him to make eye contact. He didn't. "I've… — 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 or their car or their stuff or whatever, and to them it feels like everything. But they have no idea what it's like to lose everything. I thought I knew, but now I realize even I… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share
“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 of you I knew weren't untrue; they were only part-truths. There were lots of things about you that I didn't know, and learning those things has actually been comforting in a way. They make me feel… — Jennifer Brown Copy Share
“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
