I look at Playtone, the company that produced My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I call them my Playtoners. They are the kindest people who treated me like gold before that movie made a dime. We became personal friends. When I think about how lovely and wonderful they are that convinces me that you don't have to make a deal with the devil to succeed. It's a choice.

My daughter is a preschooler but I have only known her for a while. She is adopted.

What I wish I had, is that I wish I was a little more Greek, in that I wish I could lose my North American driven attitude and that I could be a little bit more poetic and laissez faire.

My New Year's Resolution List usually starts with the desire to lose between ten and three thousand pounds.

In many ways we are all sons and daughters of ancient Greece.

If the standard route for creating a family had worked for me, I wouldn't have met this child. I needed to know her. I needed to be her mother. She is, in every way my daughter.

On November 15th, 2008, in over 300 cities, 4,000 children were adopted in one day.