Creative Growth Art Center is a studio for artists with disabilities, supporting a multitude of world-renowned artists and bolstering burgeoning talents. The common ground for most artists here is a shared experience of an inequitable amount of hardship and tragedy during some point in their lives. When joined together in shared space and by a mutually fundamental desire to create artwork, it almost invariably fosters a heightened social awareness and sense of empathy. Having the freedom to discuss these issues openly with peers while simultaneously engaging creatively can result in both emotional and artistic catharsis.
The only non-fossil way we have, as things stand, of meeting our energy needs realistically is with nuclear. That doesn't mean we stop developing renewables—quite the opposite: nuclear just gives us a little more breathing space in which to do that.
In 2010, I was working at a church as the senior pastor’s assistant. My boss was invited to participate in an immersion trip to Mexico to learn about immigration, but wasn’t available to attend. After reading the fine print, the words All expenses paid trip to Mexico jumped out, and I eagerly offered to go. It sounded like a vacation! I pictured myself on the beach having a grand old time. I went into it lightly, but the things I learned at the border and the people I met turned my world upside down. I began to imagine ways to put families back together again, right where they belong.
Anthony Cardenales was only seventeen when he went to prison. Seventeen years later, when he went home to the Bronx, he quickly found a job at a recycling company in Westchester. A few years later, he had become its manager. How did Anthony defy the more common fate of returning to prison within three-to-five years after release? The answer is simple: he went to college in prison.
In high school, I never imagined finding online spaces boldly embracing the terms “Queer” and “West Virginia”. Despite growing up with two gay aunts and other close queer influences, the things I was told and the things I told myself about who I was and where I came from wrongly left me believing there weren’t any people like me in West Virginia. I believed this until I began discovering the digital queer community.