My Adoption Was Treated As A Celebration.

Dad Sometimes Patted Me On The Knee And Called Me His Little Schmuck.

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

Because Of My Father, We Are That Shining City On A Hill.

Everyone Seemed To Want A Piece Of Ronald Reagan. It Was Maddening.

Everyone Thought I Had Everything. I Had Nothing.