Opinion

By Tim RobinsonASSOCIATE PUBLISHER

(Editor’s Note: Tim Robinson is filling in for Jerry Robinson this week.)

The publisher is busy this week writing his first book, again. It is called "Do as I say, not as I did."
 I think he was…MORE

By Kyra-lin Hom

Hello again, everyone. I apologize for my absence last week. The cough I had been holding off for several days made a final charge to devastating effect. I was rendered rather witless without warning and was thus unable to…MORE

No one likes to pay the piper but our state is in dire need of some rehab on our bridges and roads. I don’t mind paying to cross Lake Washington or even the Narrows Bridge to get back from Gig Harbor. With all the talk lately of tolls and Good-To…MORE

By Peggy Sturdivant

I no sooner set foot over the threshold at Secret Garden Books than Events Coordinator Suzanne Perry held up a piece of paper to me like a Russian figure skating judge, proclaiming, “This is big!”

After being out…MORE

By Rev. Judith Laxer

There is always something to do in the garden, especially in the height of summer. Weeding, watering, watching. If you sharpen your ability to notice and observe, you’ll find that July usually offers surprises. Some…MORE

By Peggy Sturdivant

My family lives back east, including my sister and three nieces, sharing a cottage in the summer with my parents. My nieces often pronounce me 100% more hilarious than their own mother. They love to watch me tease their…MORE

By Ken RobinsonMANAGING EDITOR(Editor’s Note: Ken Robinson is substituting for Jerry Robinson this week.)

In New York City, standing on the podium next to Katie Couric and other luminaries of the broadcast world, Tony Miner was about to…MORE

By Kyra-lin Hom

After my two week dive into the horrors of the American Big Food Industry (my own phrasing, not an official term), I've been trying to live by my own advice: only eating meat and animal products harvested by cruelty-free,…MORE

By Peggy Sturdivant

I spotted a black cat down the alley where I was trying to find a quiet spot. When I called “Here, Kitty Kitty,” the cat positively loped toward me, rubbing its head against my knees as I waited on hold to speak with Dr…MORE

Denmark, specifically Copenhagen, was a stopover for me and my new bride Elsbeth on our trip around Europe in the winter of 1968. I had lost my first wife to cancer. It was tough but getting remarried made sense, since I still had two young boys…MORE