I was lost in the undergrowth of my dread. “What, sweetie?”
[...]
This was all I needed for my heart to swell: a plan for the future, the promise of new memories, one more shot at the pipe dream of forever.

There’s something to be said when a book about someone rather different from you feels like it’s hitting you just at the right time. (not sure what it is to be said but, there’s something)

That said, everything I’ve read by Armistead Maupin has felt like it was hitting me at the right time. I guess he’s just good. This is hardly the first thing from Michael Tolliver Lives that I’ve felt like quoting/sharing, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.