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Innocent of our nighttime flings, Anne Generous told me one afternoon at the pool that I was a sweetie pie but too shy for my own good.
Getting my life sentence as my brother’s keeper commuted? It was funny, though—not at all what I’d figured on: Thomas outlasting me. Winning.
“Life is a river,” she repeated. “Only in the most literal sense are we born on the day we leave our mother’s womb. In the larger, truer sense, we are born of the past—connected to its fluidity, both genetically and experientially.”
Forgiveness is the rich loam from which love can grow.
instead of continuing my “love affair with inertia.”
power, wrongly used, defeats the oppressor as well as the oppressed.

