Have We Forgotten Who We Are?

Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door. ~Emma Lazarus   I know I am not alone in feeling heartbroken at the pain and devastation being inflicted on Read more about Have We Forgotten Who We Are?[…]