What if each adopted person wrote the children’s book they wished they’d had when they were small? What if we flooded the market with books for adoptive parents to choose from? What if adopted kids could go into bookstores that had hundreds of books to choose from that talked about what it was like to be adopted?

I listen and I listen and I listen and what I hear over and over again, in my head and out in the world is I’m not interested in having all my dreams come true. In fact, I don’t even want to talk about them because the truth is I forgot what they were a long time ago. I want to tell you what is bothering me. I want to tell you all the things that are wrong.

Ask yourself, What’s the story I want to tell?

It’s so weird that relaxing is one of the hardest things to do!

In massage school, we used to play with energy.

There are reasons not to fake excitement.

When you know that your parents paid for you, when there is a receipt for both the lawyer and the adoption agency in your family file, when you have seen your own price tag, it’s easy to end up with weird feelings about money.

Even rockets sit on the launch pad for long, long periods before they are shot off into space.

I did not get the reaction I expected from that meme!! Most people were like YUCK!!! THAT SOUNDS LIKE HELL!!

I was just on a call with someone who is writing her memoir, and she keeps doing everything but write directly about herself. It’s like going to an Adele concert, and having Adele hand the microphone to her mother.

I wanted to remember this feeling later in the afternoon when I was busy spreading complaint over everything I touched. So I thought of a game, and then I realized this game could be the way into story. My story. Your story.

What if words such as plot and introduction and linear narrative and transitions and thesis are the language of madmen?