West Seattle - Opinion

By Ken Robinson

Everybody wants to be mayor Expect a fight from some patrons of the Highline School District if the board chooses to switch from the traditional semester plan to a trimester day. See Lindsay Peyton’s story on page 5. The…MORE

By Jean Godden

My phone began ringing overtime this week with calls from public opinion pollsters. I am an easy target, an almost perfect voter having missed only one election. (Blame a bad case of stomach flu in the days before mail-in…MORE

By Jean Godden

So much has happened lately that it's hard to settle on one single topic to discuss. But, for Seattle and its future, I believe the most significant story -- surpassing an ugly, perhaps politically-motivated lawsuit filed…MORE

By Jean Godden

They called it Pronto! It was Seattle's bicycle sharing system and it was a disaster. Hard to fathom why a city like Seattle, proud of being green, couldn't make a cycle sharing system work. Why did Pronto fizzle after just…MORE

By Amanda Knox   In my pre-teens, I chose to ignore the sour tang that had crept into my relationship with my little sister Deanna. I dismissed her suddenly miserable, disdainful attitude towards me like it was nothing more than one of her…MORE

By Amanda Knox   In my experience, conferences can make you feel high. Between the panels, plenaries, and a sea of old and new faces, you end up inevitably spread thin, over-stimulated, and under-slept. And it’s great, because during those few…MORE

By Ken Robinson Managing Editor

When Jerry Robinson took the role of editor and publisher of the White Center News in 1951, he was 31. The newspaper was three years younger, first published in 1923, Then, and for many years thereafter, the…MORE

By Jean Godden

I have been branded an enemy of the American people. In other words, I am a journalist, someone who worked reporting the news most of my working life. As a Seattle councilmember, I briefly changed roles and made the…MORE

By Amanda Knox

I’ve never liked being in a rush. I forget things: my coat, my wallet, my keys. I bump into doors and doorways and stumble over cracked pavement. Or, as was recently the case, I back out of my mom’s driveway and accidentally…MORE

By Jean Godden

The Ramps to Nowhere, deserted highway interchanges, have overshadowed Union Bay and the Arboretum since Methuselah was a small child -- or at least since the 1960s. Now those soaring, never-connected ramps are the heart…MORE