Last week I sat in on a meeting about the new strategic alliance that’s being vetted between Valley Medical Center and the University of Washington School of Medicine.
If you haven’t heard about this concept yet, you should – and over the next few months, unless you have been living under a rock, you probably will.
Beatrice Wambui may be young, but she’s got big plans.
At just 16, the Kentlake High School student already has a national leadership law forum under her belt, and she’s continuing her studies in earnest, in hopes of pursuing a law degree.
Lifelong Kent resident Marci Adelsman has always been a bit of a tinkerer.
So it wasn’t too surprising when the Kent-Meridian High School grad started playing around with the ingredients for a recipe she’d once seen on the “Barefoot Contessa” cooking program.
Have we learned anything from British Petroleum’s debacle in the Gulf?
Frankly, I think we’ve learned just how much we don’t know.
And because of that, we should cease drilling in U.S. waters until there’s better science to be had.
So, I visited Pride Fest last Sunday at Seattle Center.
For those of you not familiar with it, Pride Fest is Seattle’s celebration of sexuality, in all its facets. It’s a festival about acceptance of our fellow humans – whether those humans are older folks in North Face jackets, or a guy with a mohawk in a tutu.
Given its subject matter, Pride Fest is a magnetic north pole for some folks, kryptonite for others.
This weekend, a new crop of high-school students will be mounting the stage, mortarboards on heads and gowns over suits and dresses.
They’ll be walking across the stage to take their diplomas.
They’ll be walking across that stage as adults, ready to take their place in society.
The Class of 2010 will be walking at a watershed moment for this country.
Two-hundred fifty degrees, in the abstract sense of the word, is hot. Very hot.
But it takes sitting in a smoke-filled room, watching orange flames roaring up to the ceiling, to appreciate the incinerator quality of this level of heat.
Teenagers aren’t supposed to die.
They’re especially not supposed to die like this.
Phoebe Prince only had two strikes against her, and if you were a normal person, they were not strikes at all.
So now we have another version of the lottery coming to Washington.
Starting Sunday, Powerball will be on the menu at 4,000 retail outlets across the State of Washington – about 35 of them in Kent.
It’s the ultimate in random selection: organizers draw five white balls out of a drum with 59 balls. And one red ball – the aforementioned Powerball – comes from a drum of 39 balls.
I normally don’t quote other news articles if I can help it, but a recent Associated Press story caught my eye. It was about women war veterans, and the battles they face when they come home.
Like their male counterparts, they should be getting a hero’s welcome.
Quite often, they are not.
