STORIES

There's always another story.

One story starts with a restaurant that once delivered turkey sandwiches by rowboat. Another starts with the feeling I had when I finally stopped hiding my body at a spa. I wasn't setting out to write about the same thing twice. I was following the people, and the questions, wherever they went.

I'm Larie, and this is our newsroom's longer work: firsthand essays, reported local history, food, people and the odd PNW spectacle that turns out to have a surprising backstory. Open what catches your eye. A good story might change your afternoon; the practical links can help you plan one.

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01 / THE STORIES THAT STAY

People, places and stories worth lingering over.

Funny, tender, useful and strange. No race against the calendar.

The underground thermal pools at Cascada spa in Portland’s Alberta Arts District.
Portland

Cascada Spa, Portland - Oregon: For the First Time in a Long Time, I Didn't Want to Hide My Body

I’ve spent most of my adult life trying to shrink into spaces that weren’t built for women like me — not just physically, but emotionally. I’ve stood in dressing rooms avoiding mirrors. I’ve untagged photos. I’ve chosen the towel instead of the pool. And I’ve told myself, silently and constantly, maybe when I lose the weight, I’ll deserve it. But something changed the day I walked into Cascada, Portland’s subterranean thermal spa tucked under the Alberta Arts District. I didn’t come there loo

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Larie Pidgeon with another festivalgoer at Portland’s Waterfront Blues Festival.
Portland

First Time, Full Soul: My Baptism at the 2025 Waterfront Blues Festival

By a new Portlander discovering the city’s rhythm for the first time --- Waterfront Blues Festival 2025 When I moved to Portland this spring, I didn’t realize the city had a pulse. Not just noise or busyness, but a rhythm—something living beneath the bridges, behind the trees, under the streets. Everyone kept saying, Wait till summer.I didn’t know what that meant. I assumed it had to do with sunshine and bike lanes. And then July 4th came. I found myself on a riverbank, barefoot in the grass,...

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The dining room at Terra Mae restaurant in Portland, Oregon, with green seating and a large wall mural.
Portland

Terra Mae: A Portland Restaurant That Knows Exactly What It’s Doing, and Who It’s Feeding

We recently moved to Portland from New York, and though we occasionally crave the kind of attentive dining that city does so well, we’ve outgrown the white-tablecloth hush and performative service. What we want now — and rarely find — is that golden middle: a place that makes you feel cared for without asking you to pretend you’re not still a person in shoes. Terra Mae is that place.

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02 / THE DATE MATTERS

Happening now, or worth remembering.

Temporary experiences first; past events follow by actual dates where we know them. Already-finished events are labeled.

Wilde, one of Thomas Dambo’s giant trolls, stands among the trees at Northwest Trek Wildlife Park.
Stories

The PNW Just Got 12 More Giant Trolls. Now There Are 18 to Find

At some point, 18 giant wooden trolls stop being public art and become a logistics problem. So I mapped the whole ridiculous thing: all 18, what’s free, what needs a tram, where the ferries ruin your confidence, and how I’d actually do it.

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