If only we could tap into adopted kid’s brains and hear what they are thinking, both in their conscious and subconscious minds.

When I used to ride my bike a lot, I had a riding partner who liked to pass the miles by playing the game “What would you do if you won the lottery?”

It’s easy to turn yourself into a seemingly empty vessel for other people to dump their shit into when you are trying not to have needs or a personality of your own, but boy does it feel lousy.

Bob Dylan could make a great adopted person. He could mumble his needs and leave all those around him even more deeply confused.

There is such a strong desire to cling to the past and to stay the same. It’s like the universe is saying to me, Here. You can either feel healthy and alive or you can feel like shit, and I nod wisely and I said, I’ll pick shit.

When I do Write or Die, I have people write about a time they felt most themselves. More often than not, they describe themselves when they were about six years old.

I want you to know you are not alone.

This song is not about an empowered American girl! It’s about heartbreak!!! How had I missed this??

Thank you for making my world a better place. May this year be full of miracles and wonder.

Would you rather start your day an open door of anticipation or a freak show of anxiety? Your call. You decide.

Last night I was talking to Amy Geller. She is writing a book about about being both an adopted person and a therapist and what she has learned along the way that has allowed her to, finally, really, really, wildly thrive.

Except the world forgets about the fragility of skin when it gives a baby from one mother to another, and so your skin gets damaged, and it tells your brain things are wrong, there is trouble, you are in crisis, and your brain tries to protect you, tries to take you off this new planet for which you have not been prepared.