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...
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...
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...
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...
