Diana Talley – Shavings in my brassiere #4
Boats and Shipwrights
Jack graduated Edison Tech after World War 2 and became a shipwright. Working with long lengths of tight grained Alaska Yellow Cedar,...
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...
Gloria
In 1971 I was nineteen years old and had been married for two years already to a man I could best describe as a...
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...
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...
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...
Garth Hudson’s PT Performance Remembered
An update from Charlie Bermant: I first published Garth Hudson’s address with encouragement to write him and then this address was picked up by...
Shavings in my brassiere: #10
LaPush
Entering the Quillayute River on a good day must be difficult. I'm just guessing of course, because I've never gone in on a good...
