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Ghost[ed] — An Online Creative Writing Workshop with Arthur Kayzakian
Join us on Thursday, January 15th, 2026 at 7 PM Eastern Time for a workshop with author Arthur Kayzakian! This workshop is held in partnership with Strathmore. A virtual poetry workshop on erasure, exile, and fragmentation invites poets to dismantle and reimagine...
Mission Belonging Names Julie Riggs to Board of Directors
A seasoned nonprofit leader and champion for military and veteran families joins our board to strengthen community connection and creative empowerment.Rockville, Maryland – Mission Belonging is proud to announce that Julie Riggs has joined its Board of Directors. A...
Ushering in a New Year
Beloved Mission Belonging Community, I have started and stopped and restarted writing this letter many times. What a complicated thing it is to be perched under a shelter during a catastrophic storm. The umbrella tilts: we lose funding. Our community rights it: our...
Art Saves Lives: Letter Writing as a Spiritual Practice by Ryan Jafar Artes
Here is a reminder, dear Ryan: staying grounded and rooted in the present time and current day is the most important part. October 1, 2023 Dear Ryan, You did it! You are doing it, and you will continue to do it, which is that which you are here to...
Art Saves Lives: The Patuxent Paradox by Jillian Danback-McGhan
“We make art with our lives, yes, but also our lives are made through art.”
Art Saves Lives: Creating Who I Am — by Valerie Acosta
In preparation for this essay, I looked through my collection of half-finished journals. In the neon-colored “Ballerina Bunnies” Lisa Frank notebook that haphazardly documents my teenage life, I found this entry from 1996:I CAN’T SLEEP. Why has Hypnos condemned me? ...
Art Saves Lives: Writing as Proof by Susanna Sonnenberg
I know I’m crazy. I try to align events with my body’s tension but can’t remember properly, my racing heart or late-night brain awake with calculations for escape. What if I just walked out, took my body with me? I could wait until my mother and sister are asleep and...
