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Jillian Lauren
Jillian Lauren is the bestselling author of the memoirs Everything You Ever Wanted, and Some Girls: My Life in a Harem, and the novel Pretty. Her writing has appeared in The Paris Review Daily, The New York Times, The Los Angeles Times, Los Angeles Magazine, Vanity Fair and Flaunt Magazine, among others. Jillian is a regular storyteller with The Moth. She blogs at Her Tedx talk on adoption can be found here.

Entries by Jillian Lauren

A Realist's Guide to Self-Care That Doesn't Involve Meditation

(3) Comments | Posted January 26, 2016 | 4:44 PM


Our family is currently in the process of adopting our second son -- a three-and-a-half-year-old boy from L.A. County foster care system. A friend stopped by the other night and as I was busy burning some chicken for us, I caught...

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Why I Sing Loudly in Whole Foods

(1) Comments | Posted March 23, 2015 | 3:35 PM

"She used to sing musical theater loud in the grocery store," said Scott, when we and the other people in our foster parent training were talking about what sort of strategies we might use to address public tantrums.

"I did?" I asked.

"Don't you remember that?" he seemed shocked.


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Why I Love Adoption

(16) Comments | Posted November 17, 2014 | 3:54 PM

I am both an adult adoptee and an adoptive mother to a beautiful firebrand of a 6-year-old boy from Ethiopia. I love adoption. I love the whole messy, rich, textured, complex world it has given me. I do not love it because it is one long Disney happy ending. Rather,...

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Bodies in Motion

(13) Comments | Posted December 30, 2013 | 1:51 PM

This holiday was more stressful than usual, and for no particular reason. Sure, there were work deadlines and money hemorrhages and family drama and too much food and too little sleep, but there always are. So why this year did I feel so shut down? Even my latkes sucked this...

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The Trouble With Happiness

(3) Comments | Posted November 27, 2013 | 5:13 PM

During my recent week in Paris, the mornings came quickly. I felt pressure to do something important with my limited time, as if there was a tick tock soundtrack to my days. I mostly didn't listen. What I did: met friends for dinners and drinks and lunches and more drinks,...

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This is How I Begin

(3) Comments | Posted September 17, 2013 | 6:04 PM

The night before last, I dreamed I was rushing through a hospital to see a friend of mine who recently died of breast cancer. I was in a hurry to get to her so I could say goodbye. When I arrived, she rose to greet me and she didn't have...

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Mirror, Mirror: Looking for Reflections of Self

(8) Comments | Posted September 19, 2012 | 4:52 PM

As a child, I was fixated on mirrors. Time and time again, my parents would catch me in some elaborate, solo musical production performed for an audience of one on the back of my bedroom door. Not only was mirror gazing a solitary indulgence, it was also a public compulsion....

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Crying In Public: Is It Really A Problem?

(111) Comments | Posted August 18, 2012 | 7:54 AM

I lived in Paris one glorious and angst-ridden summer in my early twenties, and it was there that I discovered the joys of crying in cafes. At the time, I was heartbroken, having just single-handedly destroyed my relationship with my first love due to unfounded jealousy and emotional instability. What...

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Ghosts at Summerhall

(0) Comments | Posted August 8, 2012 | 10:11 PM

I'm performing my solo show, "Mother Tongue," at a venue called Summerhall, Edinburgh's newest and biggest arts venue. Summerhall is located in the former Royal School of Veterinary Studies (nickname: The Royal Dick, after its founder William Dick, and still the name of the café/bar). My...

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Life on the Fringe

(2) Comments | Posted August 6, 2012 | 12:30 PM

Sometimes we change so radically that we become unrecognizable to ourselves. Even if that change is a necessary and welcome change, nostalgia for the former and more familiar self can sometimes creep in. Becoming a mother transformed my life in infinite ways, and while I love my son with a...

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