“What would you do?”
For the past few months, I wake up in the middle of the night or way too early in the morning with small children on my mind and in my heart. Small children sleeping on the floor, covered in a crunchy foil blanket, separated from their families in a country where they don’t speak the language, frightened out of their wits. I think about these traumatized small children- and their “caregivers” who have been instructed to not comfort or touch them. And my soul rages and my heart breaks and I am helpless and angry. That is where I will begin. Today is the 4th of July and my feelings about it are...complicated. While there are many great things about this country, I am not particularly proud to be a United States Citizen at the moment. I say “United States Citizen” very specifically, because Mexico and Canada are a part of North America and might not appreciate us commandeering the term “American.” I am disappointed at the continuing trajectory of injustice, racism, greed and corruptio
