Celebrating Día de los Muertos
Posted 11/02/2018
Today, on Día de los Muertos, Plymouth Housing Case Manager Solie invited residents to celebrate life with a warm lunch and community activities while also remembering those we have lost.
Posted 10/16/2018
Every year, Plymouth serves a warm Thanksgiving feast in each of our buildings to over 600 residents. For many of our residents, their neighbors are their closest friends and family, and we’re honored to be able to bring everyone together to share the community spirit of Thanksgiving. But we need your help!
Posted 10/03/2018
A Discussion on Veterans, Homelessness, and the City of Seattle. Tuesday, 10/30/18, 6pm. Tickets $5, available here.
Posted 09/01/2018
Chanh arrived in the United States in 1982. His family had passed away. He knew no one. He had fled Vietnam and survived the hazardous trip to Thailand. After living in Thailand for three years waiting for an American visa, he faced a difficult decision: to return to Vietnam and face possible execution, or to stay in Thailand and face the dangerous refugee conditions.
Posted 08/27/2018
Latricia is a petite 50-year-old woman with twinkling eyes, a sweet laugh, a soft voice and incredible strength. At age 25, she was a nursing student living with her mother. When Latricia started hearing voices, her mother did her best to help. But she didn’t realize her daughter suffered from schizophrenia. As the illness worsened, normal life became impossible. Her mother, Latricia’s sole source of emotional support, moved out of state. Latricia was left behind.
Posted 08/25/2018
There is no shortage of gratitude emanating from Plymouth on First Hill resident, William. “If it wasn’t for my awesome medical team at Harborview working with all the good people at Plymouth Housing, I don’t know if I’d be sitting here today,” he says. “They’ve given me a second chance.”
Posted 07/30/2018
Sabrina left her birthplace in New Jersey when she was 17 because there was no tolerance or understanding for a transgender teenager in her small hometown. When she was young, she was taken to a psychiatrist and narrowly avoided being institutionalized. “After that, I just got better at hiding,” she said. “But there’s nowhere to hide anymore.”