“I like how delusional some clothing descriptions are. You read the tag and it’s like, ‘Hand wash only. Tumble dry on low.’ Son, you’re a cotton T shirt. You’re going in the washing machine, and whatever happens in there is in God’s hands.”

I'm a Costa Rican-American writer covering all the impolite dinner party topics — religion, politics, witches, identity, Da Pope, and the internet.