A Blog of Seattle Arts & Lectures
Our utmost congratulations to the 2021 Elaine Wetterauer Writing Contest winners and runners-up! Every year, Seattle Arts & Lectures’ Writers in the Schools (WITS) program holds the Elaine Wette...
By Donna Miscolta This essay is part of a series in which Seattle Arts & Lectures partners with Poetry Northwest to present reflections on visiting writers from the SAL Poetry Series. On Friday, M...
Bookstore workers and owners have been absolute essential workers during this pandemic—heroes on the frontlines of our mental health. After those first months when reading felt really hard, when the...
In April, a group of students from Big Picture High School had a soul-enriching conversation with Robin Wall Kimmerer, in which they discussed writing, attention, and care and nurturing for and from t...
Gears of time, cogs of life home is the trees rushing by as I speed down a mountain, the scent of pine sap as I leave the ground, the shocks of a downhill bike absorbing force as I slam back down to e...
Stools are crabs that crawl across the carpet sands Chairs are the horses that once rose from the sea Tables are the rocks that the stools hid under to escape from the projector that is a white snake ...
Dear friends, I arrived at SAL in the summer of 2013, and my very first SAL event was Malcolm Gladwell at Town Hall. I was so nervous that Rebecca basically had to push me out onto the stage to int...
don’t forget the day students left this earth 250 teens don’t have a future their future like a mist their last cries help van...
By Ruth Dickey, SAL Executive Director In one of the essays in Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer writes about remembering the rituals with which her parents began days, saying, “Ceremonies la...
Until I saw the sea, I did not know how much the sea sparkled and how many animals roamed. Until I saw the sea, I did not know what it felt like to be closed up under the watery bed.