Ballard - Features

By Katy Wilkens, MS, RD

One of the best things about fall is being able to enjoy foods in the season, like nuts. Nuts are not only delicious, they’re healthy, full of good fats and omega-3 fatty acids. They can be high in calories though…MORE

By Amanda Knox

Accumulated experience has taught me to curate my thoughts, be mindful of when and how to share them, at least with strangers. It’s unfortunate and unfair when your words are purposefully taken out of context and used…MORE

By Pash Cashman While emceeing a fundraising event the other night, I thought back twenty years ago to another time I had hosted the same event---and recalled saxophonist Kenny G and the night I tried to impersonate him. More on that shortly.…MORE

Brewing and distributing beer has evolved dramatically. As one of the oldest libations made, the flavor, consistency and styles of beer have been mastered and sometimes changed. Following the beer, brewery branding has changed, too. The symbols…MORE

By Peggy Sturdivant

My husband can’t hear birdsong anymore, but he can hear the sirens that are increasingly the soundtrack of Ballard life. His early years of working with heavy machinery damaged his hearing. What’s left for him is the…MORE

By Pat Cashman

I was ushered into the manager’s office quickly. The round conference table was absent of anything except a single box of Kleenex. I assumed it was there to dab potential tears. Or blood.

My firing happened quickly…MORE

By Amanda Knox

Colin and I were driving home on a dark, rainy evening. The streets were hissing slick with wet. The lights from cars and traffic lights were bitingly bright. It had been a long day for the both of us, and I still had…MORE

Friends bid farewell well to longtime friend, maritime workmen and Ballard resident, Jan Anders Vilhelm Anderson (aka John the Swede) on Friday October 30 at Market Arms.

There was a somber fundraising event for Anderson to help pay for…MORE

By Peggy Sturdivant

My relationship with Seattle Parks began the afternoon my two-door Chevy Chevette pulled into town, moving me here sight unseen. Within hours I was on the beach in Madison Park aware of palpable joy due to a cloudless…MORE

By Pat Cashman

I once went to a Halloween party where a guy came as the Invisible Man. At least I think he did since I never saw him. But the familiar odor of garlic suggested he was there (he ate it on everything)---and the smell was…MORE