Balancing Act: A world without grace? Stepping into the shoes of separated immigrant families

I rode the bus with two 12-year-old girls recently - one was my daughter, one was not - and when I placed my fare card on the scanner, I discovered I had run out of money. I had enough to cover my ride, but not the girls'.

I held up my phone and promised the driver I would reload the card using an app, and he waved us along to find seats. After a few minutes of trying to remember my Ventra password, I gave up and walked to