I’m willing to bet that you, from the comfort of your cozy couch, think that an afternoon of donut taste testing sounds great. But trust me when I tell you that as the first round of judging finishes up, both your body and brain rebel at the sugar overload.

Janel practices traditional deep tissue massage (and she’s fantastic at it). But I’d like to recommend that you give another of her skills a try—Ashiatsu massage.

It wasn’t until my in-laws living on Whidbey Island brought my Everett-based family a baker’s dozen from a new shop in Clinton that I finally found a world-class bagel I could wholeheartedly recommend.

Our esteemed judging panel consisted of local Everett community members ranging in age from 13 to approximately 50. If you ever plan to host your own donut taste test/voting extravaganza hear this one piece of advice: stock the field with teens. Teenagers far and away outperform adults when it comes to sustained donut-eating ability. As a basic principle of integrity, the test was “blind”. While I allowed a subsection of the judges to glance over the wares before we began the formal process, I

Hello out there, fellow dogs of Everett. My name is Zowie (@zowiewowwie) and I know a good bar when I see it. When my pal Hugo (@hugos_n_kisses) and I started our epic, multi-week pub crawl I didn’t know the first thing about what was important in a dog-friendly bar. But seven bars later, I am confident that we are experts. But then, I am confident about most things with very little justification. My impressions are displayed purely in order of visit. Incidentally, there may be other dog bars

Owned by brother-and-sister team Lindsay and Josh Herschlip, LJ’s comes by its obsession with all things local and Northwest honestly. The pair grew up in Mukilteo and classically trained Chef Lindsay spent time honing her skills at both Tilth and Golden Beetle, where she marinated in serious uber-local food love. Lest you feel homesick from the journey across Highway 2, the menu at LJ’s is rife with favorites Everett locals will love, from bread baked by Choux Choux Bakery to meat and vegetabl

If the beeps and honks of that new battery-operated toy are starting to wear on your nerves, or you just need to be assured that there is sentient life outside of your living room, it’s time to put down the coffee cup and hustle those kids out of the house for an adventure.

Every year, as winter comes creeping to an end, the picturesque town of Langley (only a hop, skip, and a 30-minute ferry ride from Everett) wipes the sleep from its eyes and invites amateur sleuths from near and far to solve its latest ghastly whodunnit. What is it? Sometime before February 23, a passerby will stumble upon an (imaginary, just in case you were concerned) murder. As it has for the past 35 years, Langley Chamber of Commerce (weeks before the murderer strikes, they’re prescient th

Monica Peraza-Thorne, local yoga teacher and Regional Director of the Pacific Northwest for the Veterans Yoga Project, wishes it was a simple task to dispel the pop culture-fed myth that yoga is only for the fully realized, peace-filled pretzel. Idealized impressions of who yoga is for and what it is all about are obstacles that Monica and the counselors at the Everett Veterans Center have to overcome when they invite local veterans to give yoga classes a try. Monica came to Washington 15 year

It all started 125 years ago on June 10, 1894. On that day, a group of local Everett women gathered in the living room of Mary Lincoln Brown.

Whether you first notice the larger-than-life figurines standing guard atop of the building, the super tall, lighted sign with tell-tale crown, or the crowds of Funko Funatics (self-described Funko fanatics) lined up around the block waiting to get in when the doors open at 11 a.m., Funko cannot be overlooked.

After Trump, boys at her daughter's school Nazi-salute in the hall. Here's how a mom responded. Editor's note: Boing Boing publisher Jason Weisberger recently wrote of threats he and others have received online from literal Nazis, post-Trump. Jason's sister Tammy Weisberger shares a story below, at our request, about the normalization of Nazi iconography and yes, even the Hitler salute, at her child's middle school in the U.S. Has this really become normal? And if so, how should she, and other

When I first began running with my dog it was out of necessity—Zowie’s energy could not be expended in any sedate, leashed walk. He and I would get back from a 4-mile trek and as soon as the leash was off, off he’d go—running frantic laps all around the house.

Earlier this summer, my daughter and I rented inner tubes and spent a glorious afternoon floating down a slow-moving river. Many (many!) people had brought their dogs with them, whether they were ace swimmers or not. Those that weren’t big on swimming stayed in their own tubes, ensconced in lifejackets and dog shoes. One owner explained that not only did the dog shoes protect the tube from her dog’s claws but they kept her dog’s feet protected from sharp river rocks as well. My daughter Lana an