Gricelda Zamora, de trece años, era como muchos niños cuyos padres hablan el inglés limitado: ella era la intérprete para su familia. Cuando ella desarrolló un dolor abdominal severo, sus padres la llevaron al hospital.
Colorado is my home now, but it wasn’t my first home. And since I work primarily with refugee and immigrant populations in Fort Morgan, I can relate to that experience. They are often considered “the other.”
I’ve always appreciated that even when the issues are complex and partisan, Colorado’s legislative session has felt largely cooperative. But it didn’t feel that way this year to me.
The days leading up to my 16th birthday, I prepared to visit the DMV to take my road test and get my driver’s license. Once I had earned that license, I celebrated a newfound sense of independence.
When I first moved to Denver, I worked in affordable housing, and spent time at my organization’s various properties around the metro area. The largest of these was in the East Colfax neighborhood of Aurora, which housed over 300 families, nearly all of which were immigrants and refugees.
