Tillicum

By David Anderson To everyone: elected incumbent or newly elected for anything anywhere. A website pictures “The World’s Top 10 Best Images of Disobedient Animals.”  Sheep didn’t make the list.

By David Anderson No, it hasn’t happened yet but it could. And why not? On November 6, 2012, Washington was joined by Colorado in becoming the first state to legalize the sale and possession of cannabis for recreational use since the Marijuana Tax Act of 1937, marking “an electoral first not only for America but for the world.”

By David Anderson Cannabis queens all, Rihanna, Gaga and Lana Del Rey are on stage – and setting the stage – for what’s happening at the polls. At least that’s the assessment of Allen St. Pierre, executive director of the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws, who points to the parallel between – and […]

By David Anderson Putting marijuana in the mainstream will not keep it out of youth’s bloodstream. The board of the Tillicum Woodbrook Neighborhood Association (TWNA) opposes the siting of marijuana retail, growing, or distribution centers within the Tillicum Woodbrook neighborhood and the TWNA board further appreciates and expects that its elected representatives will give due […]

By David Anderson The Prince Charming far, far too many sex trafficked victims will never meet. When Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis conceived the TV series entitled “Once Upon A Time,” it was rejected by the networks as “too fantastic.”

By David Anderson Why mentoring matters. Typical, or at least rudimental, for beginners anyway, are the use of the words that frame the familiar opening sentence in fables, folk-lore, fiction and the like. 

By David Anderson The skeletons sat in the sun with no faces, yellowish, stubby skin stretched across bone, jawbones seemingly cutting through, eyes unseeing, teeth for the most part missing, loathsome; death everywhere including tanks of water, bodies floating, all so surreal.

By David Anderson Shivering against the cold in the dank cell – “the draught blows through the only little slit which they call a window” – the huddled, greying old man rocks back and forth, back and forth, on a stone slab that should have more resembled a throne.