West Seattle - Features

By Carol Smith

Service is a fickle thing That can both joy and heartache bring It gives and also takes away For it can either go or stay

Warm or sometimes very cool The product of a sage or fool Too smothering or not enough Silky…MORE

Joe Sutter was born on March 21, 1921 of modest means, the son of a first generation Slovenian immigrant who worked in the meat packing industry. Living directly under the flight path of planes in the Beacon Hill neighborhood of south Seattle,…MORE

Why are these windows the top photo lit?

IT'S THE SUN!

The building that was Petco in the West Seattle Junction will be completely gone by next week and become a 7 story building for apartments and retail space built by Compass…MORE

You'd expect that if you encountered a room full of rabbits it would be pretty adorable. That's an understatement. The Alki Community Center was host to Bunny Bonanza on Friday June 14 and Kirstie Lee with Bunnies for Birthdays (www.…MORE

The West Seattle Herald is pleased to announce a new advice column entitled ‘Maggie's Field Notes.’ The Herald is looking to you guys to help make this work. We want to hear from you. Is your mind churning over a work-related decision? Are you…MORE

Nikki Turpen got Tucker the family dog, a yellow lab, from a breeder in Granite Falls a little over 8 years ago prior to marrying Mark.

Their sons Peyton, Riley and Logan, collectively under the age of 6 all get along very well with Tucker…MORE

Just as Apple products prove irresistible to many consumers, they have a similar draw for would-be robbers by easily fetching hundreds of dollars on the black market. As Seattle Police Lt. Daniel Whalen discussed with the West Seattle Crime…MORE

By Georgie Bright Kunkel

Occasionally I tap into Dr. Phil’s taking on the extremely disturbed segment of society and I cannot believe the family disorientation that exists. Even though in my school counseling career I was confronted…MORE

By Carol Smith

Yonder stands a grand old lady Nobel, though in sad distress Scorched and vacant are her gardens Pitiful her ragged dress

Once she was a regal creature At whose table we all dined Dressed in lace and candelabras…MORE

By Maggie Nicholson

As a young boy, Steve had already developed his mischievous grin: one that unwrapped and crinkled across his cheekbones. His eyes, reflecting the joy, twinkled like starlight on tinfoil. The grin would show itself…MORE