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The Community Writing Workshop Experience

The Community Writing Workshop Experience

The week of the workshop, my husband and I returned to Maryland from a trip to Florida. It was an exhausting excursion that got us home late Tuesday night. The long drive combined with an invasion of southeastern United States allergens left me tired enough to sleep...

Previous Participants: Take the Survey

Previous Participants: Take the Survey

Thank you for the wonderful, overwhelming outpouring of support over the past few weeks. Since posting my announcement, I've received so many emails from people who participated in the hospital programs and colleagues who were impacted by them— offering encouragement,...

Spotlight: April Harris

Spotlight: April Harris

It was a chilly day but when I saw my dear friend, April Harris, smiling at me from inside Building 62, home to many Wounded Warriors and their families, I felt warmth. I returned April's smile, told her how happy I was to see her and basked in the radiance of our...

True North: Entering a New Phase

True North: Entering a New Phase

In 2010 I answered an ad for a job at the Walter Reed MWR Arts & Crafts Center on the Forest Glen Annex. In the nine years since, I've moved through changes in location and contracts and leadership and employment and job title, expanding the community-centered...

Spotlight: Charles Stokes

Spotlight: Charles Stokes

In 2016, Staff Sergeant (SSG) Charles Stokes, after losing a custody battle and death of his grandfather, struggled to find purpose/motivation. He described his depression as so extreme that he slept 18 hours each day and still found it challenging to get up in the...

A Letter from the Board

A Letter from the Board

As 2018 comes to a close, we'd like to take the opportunity to thank each and every person who has been a part of making this year full of art and writing and laughter and community. "True Community" as defined by M. Scott Peck, "emerges as the group chooses to...

I am an Artist.

I am an Artist.

I am an artist. I am an artist. I am an artist. I am an artist. It was so very challenging to form those words in my head…my fingers felt like they were dredging through quicksand just to make contact with my laptop’s keys…but there it is. I am an artist. I write...