I grew up in a military family and we moved every three years like clockwork.  By the time, I was six years old, I had lived two foreign countries and even at six years, I was smart enough to know that I was not in my own country because everyone around me spoke Spanish.  Kids are resilient in the right loving environment, as kids, me, my brothers and the other American kids, picked up language quickly through every day living.

We went to la escuela, on the weekends we always went to el mercado and we watched the novellas.  We could not have thrived as we did without the love and assurances of our parents.  Last week was particularly disturbing to see kids taken away from their families and put into these baby jails and kids concentration camps.

It just so happens that my congresswoman sent me a short survey and there was a box in which I could voice any of my concerns so of course, I let her know that I am really pissed about the children’s concentration camps and said that there must be a different solution.

I work with allot of opinionated people but amazingly not one person spoke of this craziness of the camps and most know not to bring the crazy to me because I will call you out.

Long ago, I let people know by drawing a line in the sand about what they can’t say around me because I do not know how to keep my mouth shut, I always reveal who I am.

Speaking up for yourself and others defines who you are as a person.