FROM THE EDITOR
Last Thursday night I had dinner with two of my closest friends. One of them had recently come back fr om a trip to Thailand with her parents to revisit a refugee camp, not far from the Cambodian border, where she was born and spent the first year of her life. It was an emotional conversation as she shared some of the stories her parents had told her , including glimpses of the horrors they endured to get to the camp, as well as their moment of true joy when a Red Cross worker told them there was space for them on a flight heading to New Zealand. They arrived her e with just the clothes on their backs, but were given shelter , medical checkups, clothes to wear ,…