
Scratch Pad
An enduring sense of place
Some of my earliest memories of visiting the Oregon Coast are with my dad’s mother, who we called ...
Some of my earliest memories of visiting the Oregon Coast are with my dad’s mother, who we called ...
They come ringing the doorbell and ask if we’re still here. Have we moved? Has the building sold ...
On April 4, 1925, Astoria was emerging from a cloud of ash. Two and a half years earlier, ...
In Astoria, 1,200 miles of the Columbia River spill into the vast Pacific. From above, silver tributaries branch ...
To clear my head, I take drives. Sometimes nowhere, and lately in the mornings east on Highway 30 ...
“I believe everything has a soul,” the poet Mary Oliver writes in “Staying Alive,” an essay from the ...
Seaweed, dried and pressed into lifelike shapes and muted green and yellow hues, covered a table at the ...
As of this week, the readers will have chosen. The winners of Coast Weekend’s annual Readers’ Choice Awards ...
The octopus was a little thing, no bigger than the palm of my hand, as it lay on ...
Three hundred miles off the Oregon Coast, an underwater volcano is stirring. Scientists are predicting Axial Seamount, located ...