In school I tried writing like a boy in my grade who was smart, and always kept his desk neat and tidy.

I believe I have to be willing to give up all that I have in order for the social order to change.

Seedlings are like whispered prayers.

So how do you pull a baby plant from the earth? How do you say not you?

This is a guest blog post by Katy Schultz whom I adore as a human being and as a writer.

In my book You Don’t Look Adopted, I made my mother the other as a way, in part, to deal with things about myself I did not know how to accept and/or embrace.

I have the sense that feeling like a bottomless pit, for me, has come from a core decision that I said NO to life when I was born and separated from my mother: not this life, not you, not them, not it, not me.

Karri and I were talking about her upcoming Adoptees On episode, and we were excitedly saying how much we loved Haley and her show, and then it came to me that we should tell her in a way that she can’t run away from—not to her face but ON SCREEN!!

I don’t know how to grow things. I know how to go to the store, buy lettuce, and then go out for pizza and let the lettuce rot.

When your father writes what he wants you do with with the body, you pause.

Most people see the fab four crossing the street, but I see them walking away, leaving.

I mean, you’re going to die anyway, so you might as well make the most of the time you have here.

I tend to resort to greeting cards when I’m not able to come up with words myself, but I still always have a hard time finding a card with words I can relate to or want to say.