9 p.m., June 28
Escaping suburban America for the tiny island of Útila, Honduras.
(Originally appeared as a 9/4/12 blog entry at HuffingtonPost.com.) In 1998, I left a boyfriend who admitted he couldn't commit to anything more than putting food in the cat's bowl. We were in our early ...
Kids arrive alone in San Diego from Honduras. Then what?
The hopped trains, took buses, spent long days walking. When their path took them through remote areas, they went hungry.