
Required Reading: Annie Proulx
June 23, 2016
As part of our Required Reading series, we share a list of three essential works for each of SAL’s featured writers. Up this time: the great American novelist and short story writer, Annie Pro...
A Blog of Seattle Arts & Lectures
As part of our Required Reading series, we share a list of three essential works for each of SAL’s featured writers. Up this time: the great American novelist and short story writer, Annie Pro...
Henri Rousseau On the forest floor, the trees growing with bananas and peaches. A flower in the distance is as pink as a sunset flying away and the light blue and gray sky is like a fan trying to blow...
One of America’s most beloved radio shows, The Moth features stories by luminaries in the arts and sciences, newsmakers and news breakers, and every day heroes (and even a few reformed villains...
By Erin Langner, Sonder Editor & WITS Program Associate The Bushwick Book Club‘s ambition is something to be admired. As a subpar member of a standard kind of book club that meets monthly an...
By Erin Langner, WITS Program Associate After the Golden Globes ushered us fully into film’s award season Sunday night, the usual questions of how far the industry has pushed beyond old boundarie...
On November 9, James McBride and The Good Lord Bird Band kept our toes tapping, hands clapping, and hearts full when they performed at Town Hall Seattle. SAL Executive Director Ruth Dickey introduced...
The Hymnal I am the hymnal and I have heard prayers. You call them prayers, I call them hopes Of a mother who drank away her youth.
On the very rainy Saturday, November 7th, SAL Executive Director Ruth Dickey introduced the charismatic Drew Barrymore, who brightened the evening with her stories and words at the Center for Spirit...
By Erin Langner, WITS Program Associate A few moments before we opened the doors to Town Hall on November 9th, a small swarm of SAL staff hurried through the lobby, in search of a company credit card....
I Used to Be a Small, Thin Bone I used to be a sloppy flower afraid to take bloom, but now I seem to walk the clouds, ruling over all that crushed me. I seem to be a small, thin bone too shy to find m...