As a 2nd generation American, raised by my grandmother, the stories of my childhood were dominated by the recollections of her arrival from Bohemia, and her adjustment to New York City in 1906. Fast forward to 2014 when, for personal reasons, I chose to move from NYC to the West Coast with the adjustment much harder than I could have anticipated. As someone who had made the change voluntarily, sacrificed nothing to do so and landed in a place of physical grandeur, my heart and mind opened to the plight of refugees across the globe who risked everything—their lives and those of their children—in search of possibility.
The stories, the challenges, the imaginings and the images, continue.
