Bob Loblaw
Flying towards the finish line, I hit a bump and my front wheel folded like a potato chip.
Flying towards the finish line, I hit a bump and my front wheel folded like a potato chip.
For some reason I found it incredibly funny when my white grandmother held my black hand and whispered to me, "You know, I was really disappointed when your brother decided to marry a black woman."
I raced down the bumpy, old, forest road in my mother's shiny new red car as my boyfriend's best friend chased behind me on his dirt bike.
I hated being Asian because people would always ask me, "What are you?"