Ballard - Features

By Pat Cashman

Many years ago, my pop decided to take my brothers and me to a big, organized Easter egg hunt. Colored eggs had been hidden all over a city park in our small town---including one gold egg. The kid that found it was to…MORE

By Peggy Sturdivant

It’s telling that when Linda Joss wanted to start a neighborhood musical theater group she invited about 25 of her closest friends to her basement. Let that sink in for a minute…twenty-five of her closest friends. That…MORE

"The Craftsman" by Nick Twietmeyer documents the last days of Steve Howell's Ballard Forge at Fenpro.

By Nick Twietmeyer

From inside the Fenpro building in Ballard you can hear all manner of noises. Sometimes it's an angle grinder…MORE

Last week Ballard resident, Diane Bedell, spoke to third grade students at St. John School about surviving a heart transplant and how it led to her participating as a tag sled driver in the opening ceremony of Alaska’s legendary Iditarod dog sled…MORE

By Amanda Knox

By the end of our four-day trip to Detroit, Chris, Gavin and I were silly giddy. It was that state of exhaustion when you really should go to bed but instead linger a little longer. It was not enough sleep, sensory overload…MORE

By Katy Wilkens

This year, instead of an Easter basket filled with chocolate rabbits and marshmallow chicks, try making a healthy, salt-free gourmet gift basket. The same ideas work to celebrate a birthday, going away, wedding or baby…MORE

There is nothing more disturbing to find out one has bed bugs. An image of a tick-like, incubus insect feeding on your own blood while you peacefully dream of sugarplums in your warm bed is too much for most to bear.

The reality is too…MORE

By Peggy Sturdivant

When I first spoke to Marcia Wiley after learning she was going to be featured on the cable program “Handcrafted America” she was en route to Missouri. At least I think it was Missouri because I was coming down with…MORE

By Amanda Knox Maybe it’s the Peter Pan production I saw recently, the image of the lost boys clapping Tinkerbell back to life. Or maybe it’s the almost-Spring weather, the sky like an infant’s face, sometimes fresh and cheerful and bright,…MORE

By Pat Cashman

A well-known local personality wrote a book of his memoirs a few years ago. He was an acquaintance of mine, and I delighted in watching him promote his tome with much fanfare, loads of publicity and a bunch of local TV and…MORE