I was in 8th grade, roughly 14 years old. I lived in San Ysidro, a border town on the U.S./Mexican … Continue reading Viejo Cara de Hacha
I am afraid of cities, all jagged and hard, blades of concrete leaving dreams mutilated and scarred. Where concrete … Continue reading I. Am. Afraid. of Cities.
Here are photos from yesterday’s Border Angels desert water drop. “Since 1994, more than 11,000 sons and daughters, sisters and … Continue reading Desert Water Drop (Borderlands)II
I have had the wonderful opportunity to facilitate forgiveness and restorative practice workshops through the Tariq Khamisa Foundation and learn … Continue reading To Know Forgiveness
On Saturday I participated in the Day Laborer Outreach event that Border Angels coordinates once a month. We headed out … Continue reading Laboring for the American Dream
The work of the Border Angels (Angeles de La Frontera) is driven by the following words: “When I was hungry, who … Continue reading Desert Water Drop (Borderlands)
“La Linea” they call it – bars of steel built to disrupt the natural order of migration. There are no … Continue reading La Linea (The Border)