Growing up, I remember learning about migration. In the United States, birds fly south for the winter, each flock scrawling a huge V across the autumn sky. Monarch butterflies stop in Texas on their way to Mexico and back. The Pilgrims came over on the Mayflower, so we dressed like them for Thanksgiving each year.

I am now an immigrant myself, at a time when immigration seems to be influencing many political agendas worldwide. Around the time I started realizing that immigration exists outside of history books, I started realizing that food migrates, too. There were films on the dairy industry and Jamaica and sugar production in the Dominican Republic,  seen on a whim or the advice of friends. Later, a life changing experience at an organic vegetable farm in Florida.

The more I think about it, the more it seems to me these cycles of movement, of people and of food, are inextricably linked. This is a space for me to explore these issues, pose questions, and search for solutions. It is also a way to bring together others who are curious about the same things – so thank you for visiting!