I've always known I was adopted.

I feel like 'CSI: Miami' was just a license to do all sorts of horrible things that I'd always wanted to do.

I always felt my emancipation into truly being a grown-up was when I had to figure out how to fold up a king-size fitted bottom sheet on my own.

To say that I am organized is an understatement, but my car tells a different story.

In college, I was a weather anchor for the local news. I would 'borrow' my forecast from The Weather Channel.

I never wear pants in my life. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss wearing pants. For the first time in my life, I miss my pants.

As comfortable as I was with my adoption, the nature-versus-nurture question has been a big one for me. I adore my parents, but I always wondered if I would feel a different kind of love-not more or less, just different-for someone who was biologically related.