Welcome to the Northwest Narrative Medicine Collaborative

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April 4, 2016

Welcome to the Northwest Narrative Medicine Collaborative

We are a diverse group of professionals, physicians, instructors, writers, artists, care givers and patients with a passion for engaging in conversation, creating community and exploring narrative as it pertains to health, illness and care taking. Learn more.

Thank you for coming to visit us. Stay tuned for a more robust website, and be sure to SAVE THE DATE for:

The Northwest Narrative Medicine Collaborative,

OHSU WRITEs and the OHSU Provost's Office present

1st Annual

Northwest Narrative Medicine Collaborative Conference

September 16-18, 2016

Never before has the Pacific Northwest engaged in a Narrative Medicine Conference. This workshop is our first endeavor to connect a community which includes all who are drawn to story, art and writing as it is impacted by wellness, health and illness. Learn more.

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