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Once upon a time, during a visit to my grandmother in West Seattle, I accidentally said the S-word in front of my grandmother.
Eight young men, brought home in boxes. Eight young men who will laugh no more, love no more, fight no…
It’s been a bad week for those of us who think and care a lot about food. First they published…
Note: If you are among the many who cannot abide the thought of eating an oyster in any form, just…
As you’re reading this column, The Goose is going through its first hours as the new kid on the block….
One of my granddaughters has a Blackberry. As far as I’m able to tell, she uses it to have a life.
