Last fall, I spent two days in central New York with dairy farm workers. I was surprised at the living and working conditions of the largely Central American population living and working on remote dairy farms without documents. Many of them live in trailers with gaps on the floor […]Continue Reading →
When I opened the non-descript, government envelope containing my husband Billy’s green card, I felt a deep mixture of exhausted relief and wild celebration. No more hyper worrying about getting pulled over. No more awkward conversations with acquaintances who ask too many questions. No more silent but ever-present thoughts of “What if he gets deported? […]Continue Reading →
Last Saturday, I committed myself before God, my church community, and my family and friends to take Diana Wood as my wife, “for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death.” In fact, by the time that this blog […]Continue Reading →
