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Check out the incredible evening of stories and songs that we held last weekend at the Salt Lake City Library!

At first glance at the material, I knew this was the book we had to publish. My hope is that it brings a greater awareness to this crisis and encourages all who see it to find a way to help.

I believe that Let Me Tell You My Story is now the most important book I have published in my nearly thirty years of publishing.

Whatever challenges we face in helping good people find homes and rebuild their lives - and there are many challenges, including resisting our own despair at the tragedy and injustice of it all - I hope that I never lose sight of the incandescence of humanity in every single person.

Brandon Stanton, author of New York Times #1 Bestseller "Humans of New York," has given his endorsement of our book, Let Me Tell You My Story.

A refugee is just someone seeking refuge. And a refuge is a place to survive.

I have come to respect the sacrifices refugees are making. To save their own lives they have willingly left so much of their comforts and traditions behind. They work to integrate their past into the present and must learn new traditions and languages in order to live in a better and safer place. They are remarkable.

A small part of me imagined what that kind of high-stakes limbo must feel like. I saw their faces waiting in forgotten spaces all over Paris. A lucky few had secured apartments, but they were also in limbo, not knowing if they would be reunited with loved ones or if they would be deported back to the unresolved violence in their home countries.

If you've ever wondered why those overloaded inflatable rafts coming to the shores of Greece seemed to be filled only with men (as I believe some US news outlets claimed), let me explain.

Not until recently did I realize others had views about the ocean diametrically opposed to mine — not until I met Zarrin, a refugee our NPO, Their Story Is Our Story, interviewed in Greece.

Job description: Travel required, sometimes illegally, usually at night, in the cold, when you are sick, scared or lost, or crammed so tightly in a vehicle that you can barely breathe.