Flaming bags on the porch

A part of my extended family lives in Sequim, Washington. The name is pronounced ‘skwim’ and not ‘see-kwim’ in spite of the spelling. Kind of like Oregon is not pronounced ‘ore-eh-gone,’ it’s pronounced ‘ore-ee-gun.’  As my (once) fellow Oregonians would say, it hasn’t “gone” anywhere. Of course, that was before the great migration of 1978 […]

It’s That Time Again

“Heebie Jeebies!” I shrieked, looking at the 1040 Tax Form. The words on the printed page swam nefore my eyes, constructing gibberish. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, and somewhere, way in the back of my mind, one of the data workers spoke the words “myocardial infarction” in a stage whisper. I turned some consciousness toward the pump in my chest and counted the beats –they were at 120 which was perfect …or was 120 supposed to […]