Field of Dreams: How We Signed Cal Ripken
Each spring, as we approach Opening Day, I’m reminded that baseball is about a weird concoction of reality and fantasy, physics and psychics, curve...
Confessions of a Weather Girl
by Karen Sullivan, aka Roatan Rose
In 1978, the Bay Islands of Honduras were placid and undisturbed by hordes of tourists or gunfire. Few people...
Cherishing Our Actual Lives Beneath the Clouds
I lived most of my life in the Southwest, far from the upper left-hand corner of this country. How did I encounter Mike O’Connor...
Conversation with a friend
Recently Cathy Nickum has contributed two pieces to Rainshadow about her feelings and thoughts on the death of David Crosby and the ideals...
Learning to Lie
Three years ago, my lovely man died after many years of living with every possible indignity Alzheimer’s could throw at him. We faced it...
A Christmas Eve Story
When I was a young girl my father always assisted Santa in the most delightful ways. It was one of his special things that...
Every Act of Reaching Out is a Seed
Remembering China and Tibet With Richard Wojt
The recent passing of Port Townsend’s extraordinary statesman Richard Wojt caused me to reflect on a remarkable...
What I Came Here For
Okay. Whew. This is, indeed the life. And… sigh. The one I was looking for. Breathing into it. Owning the length of time, and...
Shavings in my Brassiere #12
Tim, Linda and Taz
Taz really was a sweet little dog. Few people ever knew that. Though I’m unsure how he got his name, he...