The initial news was grim enough on its own: flash flooding in Central Texas had taken dozens of lives, with…
For all their flaws, the founders of the United States were brilliant.
Department of Homeland Security Secretary Kristi Noem recently defined habeas corpus before a congressional hearing as “the right that the…
Among the fascinating relatives of the noun “instinct” is the German term “Fingerspitzengefühl.”
My brothers and sisters tell me they have also been called to account for using “big words.”
At this moment, many of our distracted countrymen glare at each other over a rigid barrier of hardened suspicion and…
Ever since it invented the skid steer loader in 1960, the Bobcat Company claims on its website, it has “helped…
Road trips through the heart of Eastern Washington’s one-horse towns are among the most treasured memories of my childhood.
Questioning methods, as I see it, has nothing to do with politics or personal animosities.
I no longer fear death itself, but I could do without dying.
As readers of this column may know by now, I am a word person.
We got her from a friend of Ann’s, as one of the two remaining pups from a litter of nine.
On March 8, I met a reader and sometime critic of this column for lunch.
As readers of this column may know by now, I am a terminal cancer patient.
For most of my life, that’s how I felt about myself.
It stuns me how often we are guilty of doing the very thing we complain about and despise in others when they do it, but excuse it in ourselves.
The authors of “Un novo guia conversação em portuguez e inglez” (“A new guide for conversation in Portugese and English”) meant it to be a serious work.
Years ago, the late journalist Harry Reasoner said this on a CBS historical documentary: “The past is like a foreign…
When I was a kid, a dude two or three years older and bigger than I was might as well…
I have many treasured memories from my four years at the University of Washington, and to this day, they bring…
I have been thinking a lot about an alarming trend in this nation that appears to elevate ignorance.
Watching the 8mm Whale family films my dad shot when we were kids on the old Kodak takes me back…
Why, oh why, do parents do this to the children they profess to love?