These are

Untold stories of
immigrants and
their families in
the United States

Purpose

These are the untold stories of those who risked it all in search of something better. Many of my family members fought hard to get to the United States and establish their lives in the United States. As a son, nephew, cousin, and friend of immigrants, I recognize the power of their stories. I hope to give them a voice through my blog posts. While I will start by sharing stories from family and friends, I will also start to include stories from people in my life and people I meet.

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Oscar Romano

My parents are both immigrants from El Salvador who fled the violence of the Civil War in the 80s. Although born in New Jersey, I grew up immersed in Salvadoran culture. My parents instilled certain values in me through the stories they told. “Siempre para adelante mijo, nunca para atras ni para garar impulso” Always forward my parents would tell me.

This motto stayed with me throughout my life and the one that pushed me to be the first person in my family to go to college. It was the greatest feeling in the world to hear my mom say, “Mijo, lo hicimos!” “Son, we did it!” This wasn’t just about me, but about my parents too. Going to Harvard University was beyond a dream come true.

I am founding a startup in the virtual learning space to tackle the educational equity gap from a different angle after working in education for 11 years as a teacher, administrator, and principal. I blog about immigration to share stories with others. 

This blog is a way for me help members of immigrant households to know they’re not alone as they connect with stories like their own. This blog also serves as a way to help others gain some insight into a world unfamiliar to them. 

Read on to learn about stories filled with hope, challenges, struggles, and achievements. These are never before told stories that I like to call – Undocumented Successes.

Latest Post

Combatting Exploitation of a Small Business Owner (Who Happens to be my Father)

My dad is an old school small business owner who hasn’t adapted to the digital and information age we’re currently living in. He entered the restaurant business when somebody’s word meant something.  His old school moral code, where somebody’s word means something, is why he was shocked to receive an additional $4,000 charge on his electricity bill after reopening his restaurant. This came as a surprise to him because he called the electricity company in April to request payment support due to the extended closure of his restaurant. The representative on the line told him not to worry about it as they were making adjustments for all their clients. He didn’t call back again because he felt reassured by the representative and everything he’d heard in the media about the supportive approach utility companies were taking with their customers. He was excited to open up the restaurant for takeout and delivery services, but a bit daunted about the overdue bills he needed to pay. There was one bill that stood out, one bill that he couldn’t explain – a $7,000 electricity bill. He knew he was overdue on payments, but when a restaurant is closed for two months, he couldn’t

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Importance of Stories

Letter From My Ancestors

Where do I come from? Who are my ancestors? These are questions I’ve asked myself time and time again. There’s no simple way to get

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