West Seattle - Opinion

By Amanda Knox

In sixth grade the best English teacher I’ve ever had—and the only one to ever make me cry—asked my class to memorize and recite Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” He may have thought it appropriate for us newly-middle-…MORE

by Kristina Dahl

When I was thirty-five years old, the mother of a beautiful and beloved two year old daughter, I found a lump in my breast. When I got a breast cancer diagnosis, it was hard to breathe, and harder still to imagine that…MORE

By Amanda Knox

I was fourteen when I first learned the word, “Casualty.” It was September 11th, 2001, I was a freshman in highschool, and that word, louder than “Tragedy” and “Terror,” rang out to me. I didn’t quite understand it at first…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 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

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

By Amanda Knox

Of course, there are other ways than blanking out and bracing oneself to get through a moment of melancholy.

Music has always been a go to. In the first place, I find solace in a song that sympathizes and…MORE

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

By Amanda Knox

Weeks in advance Gregg broke out his mischievous, knowing grin. Based on past years, he anticipated first light-hearted procrastination, then a few frantic days of selecting, boxing, loading, unloading, unboxing, displaying……MORE

By Amanda Knox

It turns out that I’m a sprinter. That is, as opposed to...what? A runner? Let me explain.

I survived the half-marathon! And I was surprised to discover something about myself that makes total sense now that I’ve…MORE