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A couple of Sundays ago a neighbor had a pretty rough day at church and texted me and said, “I knocked on your door, but nobody answered, I hope you’re somewhere having fun!” I replied that in the summer I never hear my doorbell because I am always in the backyard reading a novel under a tree. She quickly came back to my house and we had a lovely visit together outdoors. Summer is my favorite outdoor sport, but that’s no surprise to anyone that knows me.
It’s been nice having our podcast break take up half of the summer so I could read fun books just for me, but also, I have to admit my heart is just plain broken over all the immigration raids here in the USA. So sitting under my trees has been a form of mourning as well. My family has our own immigration story. According to my dad, when he married my mom in 1971, they only had to fill out one page of paperwork for her to get legal status. One! This pic is of my mom with all her sisters. Four of them eventually came to the US. I get that immigration is complicated, but surely we can demand families not be ripped apart. I’m not sure what else I can do except donate to charities that help immigrants and cry a lot in my backyard with a stack of novels.
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