Hey, I would like to express a preference to you. It’s that you don’t use heavy to mean bad. I don’t want to be language policey, but it hurts me. Thanks for considering. Heavy can be really good, like me. This is my body–I love my body, and if you don’t, that’s ok. But please… Read More »
“Are you mad at that tortilla?” I asked Ming. Then I started laughing. “I never said that sentence before. I get a thrill,” I said. He had moved a box that had a plate on it, with a tortilla. It made a slamming sound, like tortilla anger. Tortillas are the most beautiful, innocent, perfect things… Read More »
It was a weird-ass Halloween. I finally talked to my friend who’s back in prison. He’d been calling me, but I missed his calls. Usually my ringer is off–I only turn it on for specific reasons. So I was looking at my phone and saw that call, from that area code. I hadn’t heard my… Read More »