02/23/2026
Last week, I shared how the headlines about ICE and immigration don’t just hit our newsfeed—they hit our nervous system. The response I received from it was a collective exhale. It seems many of you are living with that same “visceral echo,” even if your borders look different than mine.
Let me take you back to when I lived in Mexico as a young girl. I questioned a lot and carried a profound sense of confusion: Why couldn’t we all travel to the U.S. just as easily as my dad traveled to Mexico?
My father lived here in Las Vegas. To see him, I was told I needed a “visa” and that a massive, physical border with immigration officials was in place. To my young mind, the U.S. felt like a restricted club—a place only the “elite” were allowed to visit. I remember thinking: If the earth is a free place, why are there so many restrictions? Why do we need permission to be with the people we love?
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