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...
We Regret the Error: 100 Years of Editorial Blindness
The following story first appeared in Post Alley.
Last weekend, the Seattle Times issued a highly unusual mea culpa, revisiting and apologizing for its 1942...
Shavings in my brassiere: #8
Boat Midwifery
(In honor of the launching of the Western Flyer, we thought this appropriate as the next installment of Diana's wonderful tales. - The...
How I found Port Townsend
By Allison Arthur
Telling stories, changing stories
All I remember is that it was hot and I wanted to get home and off U.S. Highway...
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...
Diana Talley – Shavings in my brassiere
I met the unsinkable Diana Talley many years ago. It was at a party of wooden boat people. Diana has been a foundational person...
Shavings in my brassiere: #9
Sag Harbor
Unable to find our size and styles of brassieres in Port Townsend, Kashmira and I started a yearly tradition. We’d meet in downtown...
PT & ME: A LOVE LETTER
Dearest Port Townsend,
In this time of pandemic, and the first cancellation of the Wooden Boat Festival in 44 years, I’m in mourning. An...
Notes from a First Mate in Training
Editor's note: We have not heard from Corky Parker in a while, other than that she had headed off to Mexico for some of...











