For My Daughter

  First and Foremost: I am a mother. I name this first because it matters most. Marcia is important! She is my daughter. * I grew up without a mother. She abandoned me and my four siblings. I learned how important it is to have a mother because I did not have one. * My... Continue Reading →

My Grandmother

I like to play with my friends and also with my cousins. I liked to play jump rope. I liked to walk to Grandmother’s house. I miss her. I love her very much. I want to love her. Always. 9-year-old 3-10-15 Memories from Home

Put Up With It—Or Leave

  My neighbor’s house was broken into. She reported it to the police. The gangs killed her. It was their retribution. * A short time later someone broke into my house. I know they people. They’re in the gang. They still live there. In my neighborhood. * It would do no good to file a... Continue Reading →

‘Do Not Let Go of My Skirt…’

God loves me. I am a single mother.             My husband left us. I have three children: 21, 17, 12.             My oldest stayed in Honduras. I told my daughter:             ‘Do not let go of my skirt             for the entire journey to the border.’ My son was important to have with us.            ... Continue Reading →

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