Shock and Sadness on the Day After Elections

I feel sick.  I am literally crying as I write this a country away.

When I visited home during the summer of 2015, Trump had recently began his race.  He had gone on camera talking about Mexicans, and we all were still wondering if it was a joke.  

And that was a question even during the spring of this year:  Is this a joke?   We have all been waiting for the punchline to be delivered.

You know what?  Hate is no joke.  I cannot believe that my countrymen just voted for a man who says the things he says.  Someone who has repeatedly spoken out against Muslims, Mexicans, homosexuals, and women.  Someone who makes fun of people with disabilities.  Someone who jokes about using weapons of mass destruction on other countries.  Someone who every living president has warned us about.  Someone who opens his mouth and spews anger, ignorance, and hatred with every word.

I am reeling, thinking of my little family here in Mexico.  I am wondering  if I need to apply for Victor’s visa earlier than planned.  We were planning on applying for a visitor visa in January.  But now?  What does this mean for us?  Do you, dear readers, realize that with the exception of one brother and my mother, my own family hasn’t met my husband?  Not one family member or friend from home has met my child?  Did you think of us when you voted?  Did you think of the thousands of families like us–or families who have to live seperate in order to survive?

And what does this mean for our country?  Do we really belong to a nation that wants this man as the leader?  I am appalled.  This is the first time in my life that I can say I am embarrassed to be American.  

And I am scared for our future.  


A Plea for Your Vote

Did you see the first lady’s speech?  If not, you may want to watch it on YouTube…if you are of voting age, and you are registered you SHOULD watch it.

I did.  Laying in bed between my two perfect little girls, I watched the First Lady speak about the upcoming election and all that is at stake.  She didn’t have to utter the name of Hillary Clinton’s opposition for us to know who she was talking about. He-who-should-not-be-named lit up the press again with his lewdness.

There’s something about watching an election as an expat that allows for a certain level of clarity.  My election conversations are not with my friends I’ve grown up with, my family, or my countrymen (in many cases).  And so, I get to see what they see: humor that turned to disbelief that turned to disgust.

I get it.  

Because I am disgusted that there are people (potentially reading this now) who would consider voting for a present day Voldemort.

I am an educator–so Day of the Girl meant something to me too.  All over the world girls have to fight for their right to education, freedom to choose their future career or husband, and/or survival.  Here in Mexico there are areas that JUST registered the female native population.  In the United States women who work just as hard as men (or arguably harder) are in many cases still paid less.

And yet, here we are.

Did you know that when women received the right to vote that the final voice chiming in for ratification was a young man from Tennessee?  His mama had sent him a note imploring him to wisely stand up for what was right, and he did (much to the dismay of his constituents).

I beg of you, vote wisely.

This is not something that we can ignore. It’s not something we can just sweep under the rug as just another disturbing footnote in a sad election season. Because this was not just a “lewd conversation”. This wasn’t just locker-room banter. This was a powerful individual speaking freely and openly about sexually predatory behaviour…

The First Lady says the men in her life don’t talk like that, and I feel the same.  I’ve NEVER heard my father, uncles, brothers, or husband talk like that.  Of course, they never made fun of immigrants, people with special needs, or plus size women either.  They were raised to respect others, not lie, cheat, and abuse them.

And I know it’s a campaign, but this isn’t about politics. It’s about basic human decency. It’s about right and wrong. And we simply cannot endure this, or expose our children to this any longer – not for another minute, and let alone for four years. Now is the time for all of us to stand up and say enough is enough. This has got to stop right now.

You know, I’ve had people in my own family say they just wouldn’t be voting this election.  The options are not options they are happy with, so they just will leave this one up to God.

In her speech, Mrs. Obama says something I want to share: One of these two people WILL be voted on next term as president of our country.  Don’t sit this out.  Don’t vote for someone who hasn’t got a chance of winning to prove a point.  Think of all that is at stake if we elect a national disaster (and embarrassment) as our leader.

And finally, think of my family.  Sometime in the next four years we will probably try to move home.  If you elect someone into office who makes ignorant, hateful statements about immigrants, what does that do for my family?  

Be responsible.  Vote responsibly.  And think of us when you bubble in, punch, or press your option for the next president of The United States of America.

Up To Here…

I think I have reached my limit.  It’s happened before, but never to this extent.  I can’t take another moment of Facebook.  It seems like my friends are posting one of three things these days:

1)  Immigration/ Obama News. 


First of all, the people who post things like this are people who I expect more of.  That is my first problem, I guess.  I have expectations for people…  I always want to tell them, “Hey!  Try some empathy!”  I know that the biggest issue is that they are ignorant.  Living in a multi-cultural community can make a difference in how you view others in the world.  Living in another country makes an even bigger difference!  I am not saying that it is okay to break the law, but there are reasons why mamas are sending their babies off to another country to live.  There are reasons why teenagers risk abuse, rape, murder, etc. to cross multiple country borders, ride trains, pay coyotes, walk in deserts, etc.

And while I know everyone wants to sneer at Obama’s amnesty for immigrants–remember, he also has deported more immigrants than any other American president…

And how about thinking about what you are posting–and how it might effect the people who read it.  Cause no offense..

2)  News on Ferguson/ Racial News

That continues with this.  Think about who you might be offending!  Facebook can hurt or harm other people when you post little bits of hatred.  I first found out about the verdict of the Ferguson trial via Facebook.  The same people who post immigration posts also post the following:

ferguson ferguson2 ferguson3


I know everyone has an opinion about what happened, what should happen, etc.  Complaining or spreading hatred on Facebook isn’t going to change that.  It just makes people like me want to block you.

3)  This elf again.

I realize that this doesn’t seem as serious as the previous two posts, but seriously, people… Enough already.  You did this last year.  Bah Humbug.


If you want your children to behave, is the best way to model that with an elf who does naughty things (but supposedly reports to Santa)?

I love seeing photos of cute kids.  I love seeing how my friends decorate for various holidays–or just in general.  I love to celebrate successes when someone needs some encouragement.  I am being pushed past my limit of understanding.  For my own sake, I need a break.  Ugh.

Home Is Where God Puts Us


I’ve been thinking about coming home. Or more specifically returning to the United States. Maybe it is just because it has been almost a year since our last visit. Maybe it’s because I miss my family. Quien sabes?

With this thought comes me entertaining the idea of beginning the lawyer talk. The immigration talk. I’ve had friends and family offer contact information for immigration lawyers, but much like Algebra at age 14, I wasn’t ready for it. Now it’s on my list of things to do this summer–sandwiched in between buying new underware and eating Vietnamese Pho. Hey! A girl has priorities!

This is scary for a couple of reasons:
1) I don’t know if I actually want to live in the U.S.
2) It is a pretty lengthy/ expensive process.
3) I don’t know that I should make that move it God wants us here.

In reference to number three, I remember life one year prior to my Mexico move. All I wanted was to be in my “place.” To be used by God. To have a family that loves him. And some pretty rotten things had to happen to get me to the point of surrender for his work in my life.

Last week at church, one of the ladies spoke along this line–about a time when she was thinking of leaving Torreón. Ultimately, she decided to stay because she felt like it was her will verses God’s will for her life. It couldn’t have come at a better time.

But still, I will begin talking to a lawyer. Because even if we decide to stay in Mexico–or head somewhere else for an international position, it would be nice if my whole family could come home together.



Feeling Frustrated

Well, we’re beginning the process…

I emailed the lawyer contact that we were given in Dallas.  Of course she wants me to come to Dallas to file my paperwork.  I don’t mind–it is totally worth it.  I just feel like it seems like it will take to get my husband’s papers.  I am hopeful about my husband though.

So, with a heart full of trepidation, I began to look over all the legal-talk online.


I understand that immigration is a big tender spot for people right now.  I get that.  Even my husband gets that.  And we don’t want to pull one over, but seriously?  There are about a billion clauses, a billion different forms depending on your situation, and a billion different ways to mess up.

Step One:  File a I-130.  Cost: $420.  Purpose: For citizen or lawful permanent resident of the United States to establish the relationship to certain alien relatives who wish to immigrate to the United States.  

Sure, let me get right on that…