The first time a man hurt me, I was 8. My story isn't unusual The first man who kissed me when I didn’t want him to was the boyfriend of my babysitter. He lifted me up by my armpits, sat me on the kitchen counter, leaned over me and slid his tongue into my mouth. I was eight years old. Tara Austen Weaver
What I’m doing to get my black ass ready for the next 4 years Editor's note: Salty language ahead. We are now less than two months away from the ascendency of the Great Orange Hate Clown. Ijeoma Oluo
I've been stopped 8 times by Seattle police. Not because I'm a bad driver I have been stopped eight times by the Seattle Police Department. I wasn't speeding nor did I have an issue with my car. Four stops occurred in my... Ron Sims
A man shouts racial slurs in a Seattle Starbucks. The silence is deafening So my colleague and I were catching up after not seeing each other for a while. She’s just accepted a new position as an administrator at the community... Dr. Bob Hughes
Finding The Nun Who Saved Me In Vietnam Julie Davis, who was airlifted to Seattle from Saigon in 1975, shares her story. This week marks the 40th anniversary of Operation Babylift, the mass... Liz Jones
A Young Irish Mom's Painful Decision I was 16 and going to school; I lived in Dublin and was infatuated with this older fellow who was a jack-the-lad kind of fella . We met and had a... Sian Cullen
Mama, I Was Supposed To Be Born A Girl My son was barely 3 years old when he informed me that … I didn’t have a son. He looked me square in the eyes and said, “Mama, I think something went... Marlo Mack
I’m 72, transgender, a veteran. Trump’s tweet gave me reason to fight This might come across as whining, but I don't really care. I deactivated my Facebook account Wednesday after I read that President Trump was kicking... Jannie Anderson
My teacher abused me. I didn’t realize it until 20 years later This story takes place in the year 1986, in the great state of Texas. David Schmader
This is why I nursed my baby on the Seattle bus At the back of the Metro bus, we did something unusual: We talked to one another. Among us was a woman who had her toddler son with her — we smiled and... Sharayah Lane
