crying. A few months ago I was having the worst day and just horribly cranky but trying desperately to hold it in and not take it out on my kid. And as I was leaving a store a woman caught me in the parking lot and said "we kept passing each other in there and you're doing a good job. You're a good mom." Then…

Oh god, that made me tear up because something so similar (well,sort of) happened to me when my son was a baby. I didn't have a car at a time and had a doctors appointment I really couldn't miss, so I took the train. On the way home my son decided he had ENOUGH of the train and wanted no part of it. Full on screaming,…

I literally just smoked a bowl specifically to hop in the shower and listen to music and relax. Jia, I'm now pretty sure you're some kind of witch angel secretly serving my whims. Like a fairy godmother, only more dope. And like with more dope.

I'm half Korean half Caucasian. I dealt with people like this growing up. My parents divorced so I moved a lot. When I was living mainland U.S. (Washington state), I was called a "gook" and a "chink". When I moved to Hawaii to live with my mom, I was called "haole (white) shit" by ironically enough, Koreans. …

Oh my god, for a moment I thought this book was written by a woman, and I was like what the everloving fuck. But nope. Just the foreword.