Dougie Abner, a peer recovery coach for Project Rebound, spent 23 years of his life in prison. With six months left of his more than two decades in prison, he started a weekly publication called Rumor Has It while inside the prison.

Jaclyn Gillispie and Amy Davis, both 43, share a lot of similarities. Together, they realized their potential and began climbing up from the darkest points of their lives hand in hand.

For a woman, life on the streets offers no glamor or beauty. Surviving outside amongst the elements takes grit, strength, and a special kind of resilient spirit that many of the unhoused women in Wheeling possess.

Jennah Miller had a history of pulling together the pieces of her life to create beauty.

In our street medicine program, Project HOPE long recognized that there were three times as many males experiencing homelessness as there were females. Or so it seemed.

Every morning for 13 months, Lauren Kotz peered down from her prison bunk into her newborn baby’s crib. Twenty-two days into her detention, she gave birth to her daughter.

Heard it on the Mountain is a recurring space for local organizations to provide updates on what they've been up to, any upcoming plans/projects, and resources/items they may need!

Photography is a way to translate empathy into static images, giving one a better sense of someone’s life and perception.

When someone says that their recovery story is centered around a rat, you might logically conclude they are about to tell you about how they got busted and ended up in jail, going into withdrawal, and entering a recovery program to start a new way of life because of a “rat.” However, that is not Chad Wayt's rat story.

Trash might not be what most people think about when recalling COVID-19’s unwelcome arrival in Wheeling. But for Trash Talkers, a project of local non-profit HoH-Share, Inc., it took a pandemic and piles of garbage for them to find their purpose.

Maslow’s Hierarchy of needs for humans is shown as a pyramid.

Bill Hogan was a beloved part of the Wheeling community. His heart knew no boundaries of economic class; if you were willing to sit down and talk with him, you were a friend.

These days I am jogging in East Wheeling. I take the steps, all the steps I can find. I thought I knew all the staircases on Vineyard Hill from years rambling as a kid, but I find more every jog.