
“Compass That Points her Home,” by Helena Goos
November 2, 2018
Compass That Points her Home My mother is Korean, from a small fishing village (not so small now), in South Korea. It’s called 퍼 항, ...
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Compass That Points her Home My mother is Korean, from a small fishing village (not so small now), in South Korea. It’s called 퍼 항, ...
Give Me Your Tired I can say all that where I come from to where my parents, and their parents were born.
By Karen Finneyfrock, WITS Writer-in-Residence Colors are evocative and emotional. Elementary age students love to talk about their favorite colors, their least favorite colors, the best colors and th...
On Thursday, October 25, SAL crossed a top line off its Literary Arts bucket list—we were so lucky to have the singular Barbara Kingsolver on stage and in conversation. She spoke with Executive Dire...
You may have seen her staffing the Poetry Northwest table at SAL’s Poetry Series events, or managing SAL volunteers at Benaroya Hall. Or, maybe you’ve even met her through our Writers in t...
Bill Bernat is a TED speaker, storyteller, comedian, and mental health awareness advocate. In this guest post, he speaks about the power of crafting and telling stories to help people live well, in li...
Did you know American folk rock singer Brandi Carlile and former Obama White House photographer Pete Souza are good pals? Well, they are, and we’re delighted to announce that Brandi Carlile wil...
Harvard historian Jill Lepore is concerned about the brittleness of our politics—in her sold-out talk, which opened our Women You Need to Know Series on October 12, she argued that without histor...
Stand Up America, America a place that is unknown like history there are secrets that have never been told Many have stood up for years, why don’t we celebrate them, why don’t we give them cheers ...
I’m Planting Waterfalls: A Letter To America America, where have your white stars flown? Why do the stripes on your flag look like crossbones? Gravestone pathways you say… America, why do I see my...