Not knowing what you will encounter next is a bit nerve wreaking. Your eyes will strain themselves trying to see further ahead. Any little noise may startle you. Even your own echo will make you jump. You might just get shivers going down your back as you remember the sign you had read previously.
You’re walking down Main Street in Ellensburg just perusing the shops. You see a quaint little bookstore, a yoga shop, a hair salon, a pizza place, a few bars, and then you spy a huge rooster on one of the windows. Upon closer inspection, you notice the writing around the edges “The Roost: Ink Club”. What in the world is an ink club?
Elementary aged children sometimes have a habit of talking to themselves. It is usually seen as normal especially if the child has no one to play with, but what about if the child is not really just talking to themselves.
What if they are actually talking to a paranormal entity or ghost? Everyone has their reasons for not believing in those sorts of things, so who the child is talking to is never questioned.
If it’s not someone else’s fault that we’ve just plunged ourselves into insufferable debt and eaten so much we may burst, consumerism must be at fault! The bastard. How dare consumerism look out for it’s best interest? Consumerism needs to feed it’s children too! Wait, you mean consumerism is a descriptive word that can’t possibly be blamed for anything due to it’s near non-existence? Huh, I guess you (we) must be at fault then.
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Kamilia Calderon, a 26 year old from Yakima, Washington is a courageous and strong human being. As young as she is, she was forced to alter her life and dreams at 24.
Kamilia has achieved a bachelors degree in criminal justice with a minor in sociology and is currently one semester away from earning a masters degree in criminal justice with an emphasis in applied behavior analysis. She is currently working as a behavioral therapist for young children diagnosed with autism.
While living in Spokane, Washington, and going to school she was forced to deal with a life altering disease by herself, doctor appointments one after another, as frequent as two a month, sometimes more, along with being admitted into the hospital for an aneurysm scare for over a week, finally being diagnosed with Optic Atrophy, Retina Degeneration and Rod / Cone Dystrophy, a genetic disease that she has no control over, nor a cure.
By Brenda Sanchez
Going back to the place where I grew up brings back so many bittersweet memories. I asked my dad to accompany me to our old house where we used to live. It’s about a ten minute drive from where we live now, towards Moxee. I remember how long it used to feel like to get home after being in town. Finally, I start seeing our old home from a distance. As we get closer, I start remembering how my parents used to have my brother and I help them paint the wooden fences that went on for miles it seemed, around the whole perimeter of the house. The house has about five acres behind it, and each acre is fenced off with a white wooden fence all around the house. We pull into the driveway and the front yard is overgrown, and leaves everywhere.
Former first lady Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “Justice can not be for one side alone, but must be for both.” This quotation is applicable largely in the scope of government, or law, or parenting.
In one of the purest domains left in our society, sport, this quote seems impertinent. Athletes and their teams seemingly remain above the tidal wave of philosophical and moral debate that is crashing over our country. Insights like Roosevelt’s seem unfit in this spectrum, where problems are usually solved with intensity or persistence; sports tend to be above human injustices.
So, when our sanctuary as sports fanatics is bombarded by blatantly unjust results, from poor refereeing to unfair coaching…reactions tend to be mixed. Sides in athletics are black and white; you root for your team and against your rival. But the grey area that comes along with injustice has the potential to destroy the pureness of sport.
As you stand in the middle of a golden meadow, you admire the beautiful autumn colors revealing themselves before you, the loaded branches of red-orange berries; you then feel the breeze of the icy winter breath coming down from the Mountain. What a better place to hike than on the Paradise regions of Mt. Rainier. Paradise is well known for its wildflower meadows, unobstructed mountain views and nature trails. Before you begin your hike, pick up a free trail map located in the Henry M. Jackson visitor center, which will help guide you along the trails, since they can be confusing at first.
Scenic Lake Chelan lies within an 80 mile long glacial valley between the rugged mountain peaks up lake and the lush, fertile down -lake valley. The lake extends 55 miles into the heart of the Cascade Mountain Range with peaks that exceed 9,000 feet. Lake Chelan is one of Washington’s largest bodies of fresh water and the third deepest lake in the United States at 1,486 feet.
Native Americans inhabited the lower Chelan Valley for thousands of years prior to its discovery by pioneer trappers, explorers, and prospectors in the 1800’s. The Indians in the valley were called the “Tsill-ane” and later spelled Chelan. The name means “deep notch” to the Native Americans.
By Janelle McGuire
I expected the ghost town to feel eerie, as though spirits watched from hidden places waiting for us to leave. Copper City held none of those–it was peaceful. The area consists of a meadow the size of a city lot wreathed in trees and the only sound would have been the creek had I not been accompanied by boys and dogs. I was amazed at how green it was, the grass looked like it had been mowed not long before and wildflowers grew in patches up the steep hill. In every direction all I could sense was complete stillness. Read more: