Her name is Bahar: it means spring. She brings rain on the burning fires and life to the dead souls. Her heart reflects her journey: it is beating strongly but is full of scars. Her heart does not look perfect: It has places where pieces have been removed and others put in which don’t fit […]Continue Reading →
Many of the moms in my community feel like there is not much they can contribute in this foreign land that they now call home. As undocumented immigrants, they are ineligible to get a driver’s license or a job. As Spanish speakers with limited English and in many cases only an elementary level of […]Continue Reading →
