Oh, how many hours we spent filling out paperwork; checking and double checking to ensure we didn’t miss a thing. The fees we paid. The months we spent apart. The months my husband’s job waited for him while the US government finally got around to issuing a work permit. The hours we waited, stuck in…
Once a few years back, I was hiking with my family in the Black Hills of South Dakota. When we finally made it to the top, I peered over the sheared off rock edge to catch a glimpse of the drop-off, and felt my center of gravity shift. I quickly moved back as I felt…
A few years back I had the distinct honor of interviewing The Heritage Foundation’s Mike Gonzalez—an immigrant who escaped the horrors of the Castro regime in Cuba— for a series I did on the stories of legal immigrants. He spoke of the day they escaped to Spain on the backs of a few precious travel…
A few months ago, I started noticing that the minute my feet hit the floor (after I’d hit the snooze button 2 or 16 times or so) a sharp pain would shoot through the heels of my feet and up into my leg. “Well crap,” I thought, hobbling to the coffee maker and remembering that…
I’ve seen poverty abroad. I’ve seen four-year-olds running between stopped cars on an eight-lane avenue, begging for money. I’ve seen a mother with a baby strapped to her back, sitting in the hot sun selling gum for a few precious pesos a day. I’ve seen the shacks that pass for houses. I’ve seen Central American…
A Future Free 