The Trump administration is engaged in a systematic war against immigrants, and one prime target seems to be those of us who represent them.
This Day of the Dead, I made two loaves of bread: one to share with colleagues and the less pretty one for myself and my grandpa to share over a cup of cafecito.
After a trip to the border, I returned home to the nation’s capital—where President Trump continues to double down on cruel policies—carrying a stone I picked up in the desert and the stories of migrants.
I knew she would ask me to make the arrangements. She knew I would help. I promised I would be there for her, no matter what. God forgive me.