Since so many of these are folks who live on some sort of margin, they also provide writing journals, pens, bus tickets, food, and childcare.
Three people who had been through workshops spoke at this party: a vet with PTSD, a guy who had been horribly burned and had a face like a patchwork quilt, and an older African American woman. But the things that they read were universal – and beautiful. And then our hostess, a professor at Reed, talked about how writing saved her life. She had been a troubled teen, so troubled her mom sent her to a foster home. But an English teacher thought her poems were beautiful. Her eyes teared up as she talked about how she had been a girl who came from the wrong side of the tracks, and now, thanks to writing, she was a professor at one of the most prestigious private universities in the United States.
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