
Introductions: Carol Anderson
June 25, 2020
By Ruth Dickey, SAL Executive Director Every summer, the SAL staff picks an author from the coming season and reads one book all together. Last summer, the book we read together was Carol Anderson’s...
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By Ruth Dickey, SAL Executive Director Every summer, the SAL staff picks an author from the coming season and reads one book all together. Last summer, the book we read together was Carol Anderson’s...
By Ruth Dickey, SAL Executive Director I read most of Min Jin Lee’s Pachinko on a plane, back when we flew on planes and had the sensation of the whole world condensed to our single seat, the luxury...
Hyphenated Identity Crisis And the American war machine takes on the motherland And I finally am no longer A hyphenated identity crisis See the words Ethiopian-American Imply me a patriot for t...
A Message from Ruth Dickey, SAL Executive Director Dear friends of Seattle Arts & Lectures, Black lives matter. Black stories matter. Seattle Arts & Lectures (SAL) stands in solidarity with ...
Dear friends, Last week, it was an honor to hear from Luis Alberto Urrea, who spoke to us from his writing desk, sharing stories of his journey as a writer and even showing us the photos on his desk a...
My Wishes I wish I had my new heart and could leave the hospital. I wish all my friends would not be sick or hurt or bullied or punched. I wish I didn’t have what I have right now. I wish no animals...
By Rebecca Hoogs, SAL Associate Director It is bittersweet to introduce Rick Barot to you in this medium. This event was originally scheduled for March 15 to launch his new book, his fourth book, The ...
By Ruth Dickey, SAL Executive Director Two years ago, Seattle Arts & Lectures had the pleasure of presenting Luis Alberto Urrea at a conference as part of a panel about place and narrative. The ev...
Convolution Graphite stains my fingertips. From time spent drawing when I should be thinking. How could I, though? When deep purple stares from beneath my eyes. Time is spent drawing when I should be ...
By Gabriela Denise Frank Poetry tills the soil of our hearts. By till, I mean cultivate. By cultivate, I mean poetry works the earth of our humanity. By work, I mean it disturbs the fallow routines of...