“Can you forgive me?”

The mother tongue is the language of our earliest and truest selves, our first grip on the world around us as we learn to name the people, places, and things which hold us steady, which keep us fixed in a particular place and time.

“Until these collections, I didn’t believe you could write short pieces so clearly inspired by Chicano life.”

“At its core, the madness memoir is an effort to impose a literary structure on an inherently disorganized condition.”

“To sew a jacket, one must first imagine it fragmented.”

“You can tell a lot about a person by their Starbucks order.”

“I laugh too even though I wonder if we all know it isn’t funny, and if so, why it is that we’re laughing still?”

“It's a funny feeling that you get when you find out somebody set you on fire.”

“Why do people torment themselves with the threat of an afterlife?”