My Portfolio

      I don’t remember exactly how a group of undocumented immigrants got into our apartment, or  how quickly immigration agents showed up at our door. I only remember my feelings of rage, fear and helplessness.    At the time my siblings and I lived in a 3-bedroom apartment with our...

Background: In the year 2000, my mother gifted me a priceless and unforgettable experience. Through her generosity I was able to spend 4 months in the warm and wise embrace of my grandmother, great grandmother, great aunts and loving extended family.   I arrived in Las Marias, Yuquayquin, the village where...