Dear sugar is supported by.
The universe has good news for the lost, lonely, and heartsick sugar is here, the both of us speaking straight into your ears.
I'm Cheryl strayed.
I'm Steve Almond.
This is dear sugar radio.
Oh dear song, won't you please share some little sweetness with me?
I check my bell rides every day.
Oh, and the sugar you send my way.
Dear sugars, I don't even know where to begin.
I've been caught in a 19 year battle with time and it's just now finally subsiding.
I was brought to the US as an eleven year old and became an undocumented immigrant.
I had nothing to do with the decision to be in this country and it has shaped absolutely everything about me.
I am now 30 years old.
I understand it may not seem that traumatic, but it is so alienating, so vastly confusing, and in some ways so tremendously dehumanizing.
Despite having a good support group, I don't have anyone who truly understands my nature or my experience.
My relationships with men have failed, due in great part, I believe, to my circumstances and my fear of being labeled a green card hunter.
My career has been halted by my lack of documentation and my character has been affected by searching for opportunities and being denied because of my legal status.
I have constant inner conflict regarding my roots and how americanized I've become.
I've been uprooted, but I legally belong nowhere.
So much is stolen when one grows up as an undocumented immigrant.