Everyone thought I had everything. I had nothing.
Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck.
Everyone seemed to want a piece of Ronald Reagan. It was maddening.
My adoption was treated as a celebration.
The odds against an adoptee ending up as the child of the President of the United States are staggering. But then, so are the odds against a movie star becoming president
I knew if I waited long enough, the Republican Party would rock.