Opinion

It wasn’t my intent not to leave Ballard for anything other than airport pick-ups and drop-offs for a period of three weeks, but that’s what happened. I might not even have noticed except for the observation by a friend visiting from the other…MORE

Here we are facing the unknown of year 2013 and knowing this is a time of changes and unrest. We wonder; will war ever go away, maybe for good? Or will money greed rule out decisions to find the world at peace? “We, the People,” living today will…MORE

Thousands of people driving through White Center on 18th SW have seen the building which housed the News for many years. It is now quite colorful but unoccupied by the current owner.

When we bought the paper from Dean Phares in 1952 the…MORE

By Kyra-lin Hom

Since Hartford, Connecticut's elementary school massacre, gun control has been one of the hottest debates both in the political and social sectors right up there with global warming, healthcare and the fiscal cliff.…MORE

By Corbin Lewars

In order to have a better sense of a writer community, one of my clients began meeting regularly with a friend of a friend who also wrote fiction.

“Great!” I said.

“Yeah, it was until this.” He held up…MORE

The week before Seattle Schools’ winter break was a heartbreaking time all over the country and very difficult for every grade school teacher who could imagine those classrooms so clearly. It was also the week Mrs. Niemeyer, 2nd Grade teacher at…MORE

In the ‘50s urban legend had it that a deep, dark hole existed at the bottom of Hicks Lake that drained out to Puget Sound to the west. When someone drowned and the authorities could not find the body, we just assumed it got sucked down that hole…MORE

By Kyra-lin Hom

I've been out of undergraduate college for about a year and a half now. I've had my time of identity crisis and readjustment – not to say that I'm over that hump just yet... But for a number of friends of mine who graduated…MORE

By Rev. Judith Laxer

The frost is so white that at first I think it is snow. The infant sun cannot make its way high enough to clear my wall of laurel in the back yard and unable to melt it, the morning remains cold and still and quiet. My…MORE

When I was 11 my big brother Russell, who was thirteen, gave me two marbles for Christmas. One was bright red and the other was bright blue. I know it was a sacrifice for him as he had won them from some rookie and knew I wanted them bad.

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