I want to thank the janitors, cooks and the bus drivers who help make this a better school district.
Diversity. Minority. Discrimination. Racism.
As America debates and protests the many serious issues facing the country, the most talked about is immigration.
I first heard about and considered the immigration issue in 1995. That is when I immigrated to this country.
We have been fortunate in our household to have enjoyed the customs, traditions and cultures of four au pairs (nannies) from Japan, Canada, Germany and Peru.
I have seen the future.
I know the operative word for this coming election is “change.”
Nobody wants to look back — we usually strive to look forward. Still, there’s the biblical adage, “There’s nothing new under the sun,” and I can’t help but reflect on the issues we face in 2008 with respect to where we’ve been, at least within the context of my own adult life and voting history.
Twenty years ago, 1988: I was 24 and had voted for Ronald Reagan only once, in 1984, my senior year in college.
Nature makes no mistakes, and that is humanity’s cross to bear.
The Washington State Republican convention held two weekends ago in Spokane should have been dull and uneventful.
This is a national and state year in the election cycle, but there is so much speculating and maneuvering going on at the local level as a carryover from last year and preparatory to next year.
We should do an update.
It is 3:30 a.m., and the words and emotions are at war with one another.
My great-grandfather was a slave on a plantation in Mississippi. The stories about his life were passed down through the art of oral tradition.
I remember living in the South where they had bathrooms for colored people and negroes, and bathrooms for white people. I never could understand why, but I knew not to ask, so I didn’t.
It is 2008, and watching Barack Obama gain the acceptance as the presidential nominee for the Democratic party filled my heart with a great deal of pride — and then the tears came.
This may surprise you.
The words just popped into my head: “ A servant’s heart. These men have servants’ hearts.”
It kind of made me weepy, like a proud mother at the Oscars or at a wedding. Except, I was sitting in council chambers at the Federal Way City Council meeting. It was the usual monthly meeting. Nobody seemed especially excited beforehand, just the usual suburban folks listening in on what “the suits” had to say.
I went there with my husband, Col. Eric Vogt, to witness one of his Air National Guard troops take his oath of duty as a new Federal Way police officer.
Like many Mirror readers, I read the story of Dave Hamlin’s run-in with the city code and was struck by a sense of moderate injustice.
On Sunday, June 8, and Monday, June 9, our four traditional high schools will hold their graduation exercises.
A few years ago, the Mariners public relations theme to sell tickets was “The Mariners are Playing Hardball.”
It’s tough to accurately gauge the public’s interest in this current legal battle between Federal Way Municipal Court Judge Michael Morgan and the city.
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