leave your shoes at the door and get comfy


Dear God, It’s been a long time. To be honest, I never thought I’d come back to the negotiation prayer table. But here I am—not because I want to be here, but because I have nowhere else to go. I know I screwed up. You condemned all of humanity because my Parseltongue-speaking grandmother Eve ate…

My neighbor sucks. He’s the top dog of the HOA, a syndicate of retirees obsessed with my house. When he’s not gardening, he’s patrolling the sidewalks, studying the HOA handbook, or up my ass about it. My windows are wrong. My trees are wrong. My mailbox is stuffed with fines. Days after bringing home another…

Church was family—made up of my closest friends, my hyungs and nunas, and of course, my actual family: my mom, my sister, and the Holy Father. You know, the one who art in heaven, hallowed be His name. The one who art on earth stayed home on Sundays. My dad rejected everything about church. To…