The Magnolia Chamber of Commerce has elected its entire slate of nominees to join its board.
On a Saint Nicholas’ Eve long, long ago, my friend Rob and I were chased by a stick-wielding monster through the snowy streets of Salzburg, Austria. It was Krampus, a furry, horned, long-tongued devil who accompanies Saint Nicholas in Alpine regions.
It’s supposed to be the “most wonderful time of the year.” But for many Americans, the holiday season brings considerable stress, anxiety and even depression. What should be an opportunity to slow down, take a vacation and focus on family and friends often turns into an annually reoccurring hassle that is more of a burden than a relief.
McClure Middle School’s girls’ basketball team, under coach Rebecca Valdivia, beat Madison Middle School 45-31 on Thursday, Dec. 13.
Not the end of the world but certainly one more tragic end to their innocence for so many children in Newtown, Conn., and beyond. Perhaps the surviving children, when reaching for their dreams, will become effective diplomats, physicians and educators for all the children living in war-torn areas of the world.
It finally happened: After a long, luxuriously warm, golden fall…winter arrived. The temperature dropped, the rains fell, the days shortened and darkness took over. Neighbors sighed and tucked their gardens in for the long sleep. Animals burrowed deeper into their nests. People huddled under heavy coats, warm scarves and hats.
Sometimes you come across a piece of information that just blows you away. Robert Putnam, in his book “Bowling Alone,” says that if you are not in a group now and you join one, you will cut your chance of dying this year by 50 percent! Why? Because social ties are fundamental.
Queen Anne Community Center, 1901 First Ave. W, will have a children’s book sale this weekend in conjunction with the fourth-annual Queen Anne Community Center Holiday Antique and Collectible Show.
The reported “war on women” that swept the nation within recent months, has not been well-received here in Seattle.
On a bright June morning two years ago, I stopped by Dr. José Rizal Park on Beacon Hill to watch a professional forestry crew clear invasive plants from slopes too steep for the volunteer teams I lead. I got to talking with Frank, who owns and manages the business, about weird stuff we’ve recovered in the woods.