Art therapy programs in D.C. provide healing for those facing homelessness and trauma. Free creative expression is improving mental health.

The holidays are a time to reflect on the year and be grateful for the things we accomplished, as well as make new goals and get together.

I watch the snowy trickle down a blowing storm / Covering the world’s winter blanket / Trickling down, down, down comes the storm

In 1752, from Sept. 3rd to 13th, people witnessed a unique historical event. Eleven days were cut from the calendar and deleted forever.

I would like to speak to Jesus, a man I know will answer me because I am SO tired of calling on you people, “my people.”

Let’s be for real, it’s just no fun to be sick as hell / One can tell when their body is not well / You really know you’re not well

I vow to you, taking in what you believe to be flaws, I see a rare edition. It’s less than flaws, it’s flawless.

It wasn’t until I arrived at Benjamin Stoddert and laid eyes upon the heavenly Starr that I was wowed and awakened to her loveliness.

What’s the difference between me and you? The work I put in, I bet the average person couldn’t do. It takes a lot of pride.

Under neon lights, we sway in space / Distant stars set the cosmic pace / Asteroids grooving in their own race / On this moonrock stage

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Mine is to get a job and get back into the mainstream of life. The reason I haven’t worked in 30 years is my nervous breakdown.

The new year is the starting point to learn from last year’s mistakes and a chance to seek joy and pursue happiness.

Every three days I have to water my life. Day by day, I have left that life watered. That life becomes my flower, which needs to be watered.

Yes, we have security guards and police officers on train platforms and on and off the train, but we need metal detectors.

My favorites for holiday mornings are the heat my body will feel from the hot coffee and the moon tea. May the holidays come with joy.

Life is not what you / Think it is / So what is it you think / Of life / Oh really? / Ok / That’s nice / Stay focused

To achieve this, consider sitting inside an arboretum, a quiet world unto its own with yellow, brown, orange, and red leaves unblown.

I finally made it to writers’ group today. I feel good. Seems like things are turning around for me. I’m trying to get up to a meeting a week. 

My cat has RBF. What is that, you ask? Resting bitch face!