Shavings in my brassiere #6
My Abortion
Of course I got pregnant the first time I did it. So young, I knew nothing about sex nor what it might bring...
Shavings in My Brassiere #11
Restoration
Still knowing nothing other than I wanted to start, my first boat restoration was pulled off entirely by committee. My community committee. ...
Diana Talley: Shavings in my Brassiere #3
We bring you another week of stories from Port Townsend's shipwright Diana Talley.
The Leak
“If you can keep a boat afloat for 24 hours, you...
To Live a Good Life
A young friend of mine died — unexpectedly last week. Way too early. Decades too early. Jesús died in his sleep, in his bed,...
Kathy Francis: Nothing Matters But the People
By Bob Francis
A disciple told Confucius one day that he was thinking of moving and asked for his advice. The Master said, "Don't choose the...
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...
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...
When I was a Secret Agent
Many years ago and far, far away, (southwest Florida in 1982, to be exact), I was living and working in a marina fifteen miles...
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...










