I'm done with the whole idea of having my own children. It doesn't seem like any fun.

If I start going back to church, I'd have to stop the smoking and drinking, and I wouldn't be able to curse any more.

I decided I was sick of trying to figure out what everybody else wanted, and I should just decide what I want, and be honest, and not spend all my time guessing.

I dreamed about these moments, and I think I hoped I would have them, but you don't know. So when the lucky break hits, it's like being Cinderella and hopefully midnight doesn't come.

My good friends are Mormon, some of the best people I know.

My mother is a realist, and she's had biological and adoptive children, and she said it's no different: No matter what, they're putting a stranger into your arms. You don't know them yet.

Adoption has been a part of my life and a part of my family, so it was how I wanted to start. It felt natural and right to me.