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
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Mon, 11/09/15
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
Wed, 11/04/15
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
Wed, 11/04/15
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
Wed, 11/04/15
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
Mon, 11/02/15
By Amanda Knox
Dressing up for Halloween answers the question: if you could be anyone or anything on a merry, frivolous, un-normal night, what would you be? A steampunk pirate? Your favorite cartoon character? One of Robin Hood’s men-in-…MORE
Wed, 10/28/15
By Katy Wilkens, MS, RD
Halloween isn’t just for kids. Adults can also enjoy some treats this holiday.
Homemade candies can bring memories of sweets people no longer hand out to trick-or-treaters. Get nostalgic with the recipes…MORE
Wed, 10/28/15
By Peggy Sturdivant
I’ve been away. Doesn’t everyone need to get perspective on the life they are leading by stepping outside of it from time to time? Within nine hours of leaving for Sea-Tac on a Wednesday night I was standing in a…MORE
Wed, 10/28/15
By Amanda Knox
Sometimes there is melancholy. Explicable or inexplicable, there just is. There’s no shame in it, though to bear melancholy is to feel uncomfortable, awkward, pained, disquieted, humbled. At least this is how I feel, also…MORE
Tue, 10/27/15
There comes a time when someone really needs a high-powered belt sander. But sanders are costly and what if it’s needed for only one project? Luckily, Sustainable Ballard is planning on creating a tool library where citizens can borrow tools.…MORE