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Before Audrey Marrs had even walked off the stage clutching her first Academy Award last Sunday night, The Olympian's former classified advertising manager, Mike Leonard, was already on the phone, leaving me a voice mail.
What do the isthmus development debate, last year's big backlog of county assessment appeals and the misguided $180,000 speech bubbles artwork once proposed for the new Olympia City Hall have in common?
Chances are you probably have a Facebook account. That means you are one of more than 600 million people around the world connected via the social network site.
Note to guys: The most dangerous day of the year is sneaking up on you. In fact, it's hiding just around the weekend, poised for an unfortunate ambush unless you take precautions right now.
Why would someone spend a princely sum to visit "the world's coldest desert," where less than an inch of precipitation falls each year and temperatures can reach minus-94 degrees?
Here's something for junior legislators up on the Capitol Campus to do while waiting for their party's leadership to make $4.6 billion in budget cuts: pass laws that fine those who violate my personal pet peeves. A few modest suggestions:
I'm suffering from an injury that I like to call "grandparent whiplash." It happened while going from zero to three grandchildren in just three weeks.
Are there many different dimensions of existence in this world, or is it just our reaction to the challenges of life that separates us? Some people have never had a single bad thing happen to them. They live incredible lives of privilege, possibly without even recognizing or appreciating it.
For 87-year-old Clarice Mc-Cartan, it was a chance encounter at age 16 with the renowned social activist Dorothy Day that changed her life forever.
A while back, I wrote a column about an independent film called "Nothing Special." It's about a woman who thinks she's quite ordinary and dreams of doing something special with her life. But in reality, she has sacrificed her personal dreams and ambitions, acquiring a damaged heart in the process, to care for her bipolar mother.