The Other Side

I have been writing a blog about re-entry into the United States since I re-entered. I have been looking for the words to sum up perfectly what this space in-between feels like. I have waited days to respond to messages or return phone calls…I have left my phone at home when I go out. And…

A Lesson in Radical Self Love

With less than six weeks left in Mexico, the reflection process has begun for me. I have started reflecting on my YAGM year, the people it has brought into my life, and what I have learned. Upon entering a year of service, your biggest hope is that you make an impact, and anyone who tells…

What A Shirt Taught Me About Privilege

At the YAGM Mexico retreat in November, one of my country coordinators asked us to do something that I had never considered. To look at the tags on our shirts and see where they were made. After we did that, we prayed for the hands who made the clothing on our backs. We prayed for…

Reflection from The Border

We keep hearing the word WALL To keep them out Because they are not sending their best We keep hearing the word WALL Without ever seeing the fence that is already there Without seeing the not one, nor two, but three barriers That separate us from our neighbors There is the fence There is the…

My Faith Has Been Rocked

The Museum of Memory and Tolerance in Mexico City currently has an exhibition on migration. This exhibit hit me deeply, as I am a US citizen abroad working with Central American migrants in Mexico. There is a section of the museum that is playing videos on a loop of the things Donald Trump has said…

A Six Word Memoir

I was just reminded of a sermon my dad once gave when my former youth director posted on his Facebook wall to share her six word memoir. While this sermon was many years ago and given at a time that I didn’t listen to much of anything my parents had to say, this one stuck…

A Response to: “The Problem of Whiteness”

Some of my fondest memories took place in Madison at the University of Wisconsin. I toured UW on a very cold, winter day in Wisconsin, after my dad had told me “to just give it a look,” even though I was dead-set against a school that size. My dad and I drove to Madison, and he…

A New Perspective on the Christmas Story

‘Tis the season. I will be the first to admit that I had no clue what Christmas in Mexico might bring, nor did I have any clue what emotions I might be feeling in this time. Here’s where I’m at: I forget it’s December, because I am so used to being surrounded by snow! Mexico…

They Have Names

I just began a second site placement at a migrant shelter in Mexico. This migrant shelter sits just below the tracks of “La Bestia” (The Beast), the train that traverses all of Mexico and is a way for many hopeful migrants to make their way to the border of the United States and Mexico. Many…

Gratitude from Afar

Thanksgiving outside of the United States? Not a thing. While there is controversy that surrounds it in the US, I would venture to say that it’s a widely celebrated and observed holiday. While Thanksgiving is all about the food for some people, for me, Thanksgiving has always meant a slow morning with my family and…

The Morning After

The sign translated to “Keep Gringos out of Mexico.” and the eyes of the person holding it looked right into my soul and quietly said “How does this feel?” I couldn’t find the words, I was left speechless. Tears stung my eyes as I walked away with my head down and silent. Today, I have…

The Choices We Make

Life is full of choices, we make them multiple times a day. Most of them, we make without thinking too hard about them, but they’re still choices. Some choices are mundane and simple. Others can keep us awake at night, tossing and turning, trying to figure out what’s best for us to do. We also…