First, let me apologize for dropping off the face of the earth. I haven’t posted in so long. I am truly grateful for everyone who has followed my blog over the years. I’ve been spread too thin with promoting my book, writing another one, and being a mother.

But today, my ire was raised. I am lucky that I am in the safety of Pura Vida, far from the Nation’s Capitol from where I hail. My significant other is in the states right now. He was sharing how anxious people are because this administration will allow ICE to target schools to await parents who may be undocumented. (Arrests can be executed in “sensitive areas” including churches, courthouses, hospitals, weddings, funerals, etc.) My face became hot, and my eyes began to burn. Can you imagine? I can’t, but I have some insight.

My son attended a Spanish immersion school from kindergarten to fourth grade. When he was nine, ICE raids began, and some of his friends’ families were impacted. It was a frightening time. The school did a great job of providing resources to parents, including school meetings featuring immigration lawyers, articles for talking to your children, and free counseling.

My son was confused, afraid and angry. “Why does this man want to build a wall? Who is he keeping out? Why did my friend’s uncle get taken away? Nobody did anything to get treated so mean!”

As a parent, there are always difficult conversations you must have, but this was one that didn’t have to be necessary. I’m explaining all of this with my other half. My nose is redenning and unshed tears are threatening to fall. Regret paints his face as he listens.

I cannot believe we are back here!!! Then again, unfortunately, I can. There is so much division and hatred in this world that it saddens me. But, I know this evil is just beginning.