I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.

If you tiptoe into cold water, you're missing out on the rush of plunging in headfirst.

We kiss all the time." I clear my throat, then add, "We just...do it in private.

I want to tell her how much she's become the center of my being. But I can't. The words won't come.

I'm not starting any fights. I might finish one though.

Tofu tacos are not Mexican. I think putting tofu on anything and calling it Mexican is an insult to my people.

Is anyone human actually normal? I'm beginning to think being normal is actually abnormal.