It happens at least a dozen times a day. I take something away from my kid; I tell her she can’t do something; I place limits on how far she can go. Limits are hard precisely because they limit—and often my daughter lets me know that with a good crying fit. Still, someday when she’s…
Several years ago, we decided to bring my family with us to visit my husband’s relatives in Mexico—and I’ll never forget the look on their faces when they saw children and the elderly begging in the streets. It’s not that they’ve never seen poverty in our country. (In fact, on one bizarre occasion my dad…
My phone buzzed as I sat listening to a Mariachi group at my mother in law’s birthday party. I looked down to a text from my sister, asking if I had heart about the attacks unfolding back home in the States. As I learned of the mall stabbing spree in Minnesota, and the bombs in…
A Future Free 