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At Slate Coffee Roasters, which last week had its soft opening for their location in East Ballard (5413 6th Ave NW), the goal is not to just inject customers with a dose of morning caffeine, but to foster an appreciation for good coffee.

By Rob Clay

It could be said that Kermit Millard Zarley Jr., former West Seattle resident and now retired professional golfer was blessed. Blessed with natural talent or an affinity for the game of golf beginning as a youngster on the…MORE

I know that Mother's Day is this Sunday so I need to write about the World's Champion Mother... my mom.

What was so great about her? Let me count the ways.

She had ten kids. With the help of my dad, of course. I was number eight. He…MORE

Seattle Beer Week, an extravagant excuse to drink lots of good beer, is kicking off on Thursday, May 9. From May 9 to May 19, various Ballard and Fremont joints will be hosting beer events, and your favorite neighborhood breweries will also be…MORE

By Katy Wilkens, MS, RD

Don’t have time to cook from scratch some nights? Not to worry, as long as you avoid those packaged convenience meals from the store. They are sodium-laced and, let’s face it, not very good.

Make your own…MORE

By Georgie Bright Kunkel

Let’s forget predominately male sports stadium madness for a while and concentrate on neighborhoods. I have stopped pruning my rhododendrons out front so they will shade my view of the proliferation of technology…MORE

With the National Film Festival for Talented Youth now behind them, the students of Ballard High School's video production class is at it again.

Three shorts by ten Ballard High School video students have won two of the major prizes and an…MORE

By Holly Brown

Some of my fondest childhood and family dining memories have been around Mexican food. Growing up, I ate out frequently with my mom. She always ordered Chile Relleno and a Margarita.  I always filled up on chips and salsa! I…MORE

By Maggie Nicholson

The old man’s fingers bent and arched the strings of the guitar. His hands moved like canoes along the instrument. Each string was a river. Rick Novito, a child then, looked up at the man. His round eyes shined like…MORE

By Carole Smith

Who loves us when we’re down and out Who loves us when we’re up Who loves us whether we drink stout Or water fills our cup

Who loves us when we’re smilin’ And who loves us when we frown Who loves us when we’re stylin…MORE