Shortly after they were married, Priscilla and her husband came to the United States as refugees to escape their violent war-torn country. After a few years of marriage, Priscilla’s own household became a war zone as her husband became increasingly abusive, both verbally and physically. A few months after their second child was born, Priscilla took her children and fled to a safehouse, only to return home a few weeks later because her daughter missed her dad. The violence subsided for awhile but then re-emerged. Read more.

Anisa arrived at the Family HomeStead office with 3 kids and 5 suitcases. The kids, all boys, ranging in age from 6-18, sat quietly in the lobby while their mother met with a case manager. The kids did not speak a word of English, but their mother spoke very well, in fact, she spoke 8 languages. Anisa and the kids were recent arrivals to the U.S., coming as refugees from a war-torn country. When they came to Family Homestead they had recently been evicted from their rental after a refugee organization could no longer pay the monthly rent they had covered for 8 months. In Africa, Anisa had been a secretary and language tutor, but she had been unable to work since coming to the U.S. because her youngest son suffered with severe health problems and could not attend school on a regular basis. Read more.

It was mid-February and I was behind schedule for a meeting with one of Family HomeStead’s case managers. I was to shadow her as she performed interviews for admission and follow-up visits. But the weather; the cold dark clouds, smog, or fog (whatever the news was calling it that day) hovered, thick like the enclosed smoke of a thousand cigars. I arrived at the office frazzled and showering greetings of, “Can you believe this weather?” I was led into a side office, where I met a young boy of 11 or 12 sitting, or trying to sit still, while he and his mother went through their entry interview for one of Family HomeStead’s programs. Read more.