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When you are young and disabled, nobody tells you that one day, using your arms as legs will cause your shoulders to wear down, you

When you are young and disabled, nobody tells you that one day, using your arms as legs will cause your shoulders to wear down, you

Paint Myself Orange.That’s The Color I’m Suppose To Be. A Tiny Bubble World.The Only Life Meant For Me. Alone Inside A Tank.Never To Be Free.

By Dr. Jamie Marich Today I celebrate nineteen years of continuous sobriety from drugs and alcohol. Nineteen is a very important number for me, making

My friend Heather and I were recently talking about the marvels of travel and sharing on all of the places we’d like to go. She

During my time as a student in the drama department at NYU, in between presenting scenes, and performing in plays, I spent a lot of

After 30 years of working in the field of behavioral health in various capacities, I’m owning the fact that I have dealt with vicarious trauma

There’s a running joke in my family: “Jamie, what do you do?” My brother first asked it when I moved back from Europe and worked

I have lived the expressive arts since I was born. In my childhood home we had very few rules. At any given time, you would

In her recent work, Process Not Perfection, Dr. Jamie Marich described the “call and response” technique in several different modalities. So, this article is in

Metaphors are conventionally regarded as literary devices: they are the weightier cousin to the simple analogy. Whereas the humble analogy claims, “Sally is like a

Expressive Arts is a beautiful process of coming home to oneself. We often spend a lifetime detached from our bodies and others-replacing connections with fallacies

The inclusion of culinary arts in Dr. Jamie Marich’s newest book Process Not Perfection was alluring to me. Particularly, as she included it under the

When I started in the a 12-step programs I was immediately taught the history of AA and the incredible “coincidences” that transpired to bring the

For years I was scared to buy paint. One of my college roommates was an art major, and it captivated me to watch her paint.

Ancient philosophers talked about the good life. The good life is a sort of craft – the Greeks used the word techne. A call from

It is often thought that someone with a speech or communication disorder must be fixed. They’re broken. The identified disorder is viewed as pathological and

What makes something art? When we walk into an art museum, what do we see? Paintings, sculpture, perhaps some ancient pottery or baskets. They are shelved

Hello, my name is Marnie and I have a question: What is in a name? It’s a question I’ve been pondering lately. Our parents decide

When I was twenty years old, I woke up one morning and knew I had to get a tattoo. I made the decision in a

I wrote my first Poem of Instruction “As a Daily Prayer” at the invitation of my expressive arts therapy teacher and mentor, Dr. Christine Valters