The price of believing you don’t belong is that you wear glasses of not-belonging, and you look through lenses that show you, again and again, the truth of your belief. You see what you see in your head, and it is a mighty battle to shift this kind of vision.

We are in the holiday season, and if you are afraid of your hunger, if you are worried about gaining weight, this season of parties and mashed sweet potato and cookies and eggnog can be gasoline on fire. So let’s talk about hunger. Let’s show you how not alone you are if you have a hunger you fear more than you enjoy.

What would the world look like if the members of the triad lived in full disclosure? I feel like the entire mountain of words could be reduced to two: Holy shit.

Having thought loops that bring us down is not just an adoptee thing. This is a human thing. And it’s so annoying.

I used to have a problem with food. Well, I used to have a problem with life because it got in the way of me eating all the time.

I have so much to learn from Pippi Longstocking, Ramona Quimby, Harriet the Spy: Don’t just sit there like a rock waiting to get upset. Be yourself. Take risks.

Laughing is like a gym membership. You move your lymph. You get great abs. You can even pull a muscle.

We fall in love the way a fish swims in water. We fall in love the way the leaf fell from the tree. Love is all there is. We sleep in love. We walk in love. We play rugby in love. We eat popovers in love. And there I was, arms outstretched like Frankenstein, looking for it.

When you ask me what I do for fun, I’m going to stare at you blankly. Can’t almost anything be fun?

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.