“Mom is upset with me again.”
What now? I thought to myself as I stared down at the green text bubble my younger brother sent me. It was one among countless other pleas for backup when he and my mom disagreed, which was often. When you have a 15-year-old boy and a stubborn Puerto Rican woman under one roof, things are bound to get heated. Assuming my usual position as referee, I asked him what happened.
“I basically told her I'm atheist,” he wrote back.