When snow is forecast in Seattle, everybody steels themselves for what’s to come. The kind of snowfall that barely registers in other cities is enough to turn this entire city…

Even in a new city, it never quite dawns on me that a year is about to end until the neighborhood Christmas lights go out.

In the Pacific Northwest, spring is a three-month tug-of-war between winter chill and summer warmth.

Sky-high rents? Gridlock traffic? Rain ad nauseum? I should hate Seattle, but after six months of living here, I think it’s love.

I’m still adjusting to the sensory overload of living in Seattle after a life spent in college towns.

There’s so much to entertain in every Seattle neighborhood that I get overwhelmed every time I try to make weekend plans.

According to Seattle legend, summer doesn’t really begin until July 5 — because the city is famous for rain on Independence Day.

I’ve already begun to understand what defines the typical Seattle resident: intelligent, quirky and sometimes cliquey.