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...
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. ...
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...
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...
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...
Shavings in my brassiere #7
ABC - Always Be Careful
There's a particular sound a high powered industrial power tool makes when the material being cut changes from wood to...
