Reflections

On my wall hangs a woodblock print of part of “The New Colossus,” Emma Lazarus’s famous poem about the Statue of Liberty.             Give me your tired, your poor,             Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. My daughter likes to be lifted up to look at the print. She likes the three red stars…

Everyone has their own unique path into refugee resettlement. For some, it’s lived experience: they were displaced themselves, perhaps even being resettled by the agency they now work for. Others began as volunteers, tumbling into a job they loved after spending a few months in the company of refugees. Still others may have earned social…