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“"I was finishing law school, preparing to take the bar, but I couldn't because I was technically in deportation proceedings."
- Jabu from Sierra Leone #31DaysofImmigrationStories
“I don’t know,” I mumbled nervously to my husband. Lowering my voice, I leaned in. “Ask him if it’s clothing optional.” Billy looked back at me with eyes that begged not to have to ask this stranger about public nudity. But I nudged him back toward the man awaiting our answer.
We’d only been in Cancun about fifteen minutes before things got awkward. But those first few moments had been glorious.
Last week, the Senate failed to pass immigration reform, including a solution for Dreamers. I felt so sad and angry. And I almost wasn't even sure how to process this gross negligence with real people's lives.
And then I got ready to go to prom.
Yes, adult prom. It was everything you can imagine it to be. I spent the evening with my lifelong date, dancing to 90's hits in heels that made my feet hurt.
Aren't these types of emotional whiplash moments familiar to us all?
A friend told me she received a text message from her mother that said simply, "Yay!! They just got engaged!" Naturally, she assumed her mother was texting her about The Bachelor. But nope. My book.
Her mom is reading Love Undocumented, and at the end of the day, the thread through the book is a love story.
