If Federal Way ever wants to grow its “soul,” it needs to reconsider how it perennially values art, creativity and cultural offerings within its budgeting and community development processes.
I could call up any large chain store in a city and talk to someone without being told to call corporate ownership on the other side of the country.
As a resident and observer of our city, I believe we have shifted our energy from one of believing in the promise of its potential to one that is working hard to avoid being seen as a city in decline.
As the poet Theodore Roethke once wrote: “In a dark time the eye begins to see…”
Now I am the one with the terminal cancer. I’m where my mother was.
Not since I was 14 years old, I have been enthralled by languages.
What happens if our leadership is not on board with or understands the rate of change taking place?
I have said and done many things of which I am not proud. That is, I am no golden bird cheeping about human frailties from some high branch of superhuman understanding.
They catch us unprepared.
Of course there’s irony here in that LinkedIn is asking writers — who, after all, make their living by writing — to help “educate” a technology that would automate their jobs.
It is important to say that 100,000 people call Federal Way home and they need to be thought of as stakeholders to our present and bridge-builders to our future.
The frontlines of drug abuse and homelessness are humbling.
By Andy Hwang, Chief of the Federal Way Police Department
I have always considered it a strength, not a weakness, to consult with people with whom we vehemently disagree.
As Americans, we need to ask, is our pride obscuring our ability to see reality?
I can’t shake the conviction that a sense of perpetual aggrievement is one of the key components of the engine driving our national estrangement.
Cartoon by Frank Shiers
Current law allows the sealing of juvenile crime records if it is not a most serious offense, a high-level sex offense, or a felony drug offense.
I’m reminded of the steep price we all pay for ignorance.
Perhaps my brain injected a bit of humor to cover the shock. But I felt the gut punch.
