Throwing Sticks and Skipping Stones by Gloria MacKay

BRUSSELS - Dec. 3, 2015 - PRLog -- Some of these topics make you laugh until your sides hurt. Other stories remind the reader to take advantage of the important things in life. All of the stories are entertaining. I suggest that you take this book, sit yourself down on a bench or under a tree on a beautiful spring day. Then, relax and let your busyness and worries fall away and enjoy the read.”

~Tami Brady, Book Pleasures

“Those of us who survive [in the Pacific Northwest] are extraordinary people, except for all the salt in our systems. . . This gives us a flavor all our own, [MacKay] opines. So have a taste for yourself. I think you will relish the experience as much as I did.”

~Lighthouse Literary Reviews


High Tides

     At high tide, logs on the beach where I once lived bounce around like sun-dried apples in a tub. As the water creeps backward it drains slowly, as though there must be a clog somewhere out in the strait beyond Kayak Point badly in need of a plunger. Blame the Stillaguamish River coming to the end of its line, layering silt over the bay like dust on a tired old bed. Thanks to the river, Livingston Bay at low tide becomes a saturated desert. Not stagnant yet, but sticky, slick, and clamless.
     The action is overhead where gulls, eagles, hawks, and crows congregate under the sky. An occasional airplane from the naval base up north streaks through the clouds, and private planes not much bigger than the birds putt by. In October, Canada geese move in with an air show which darkens the sky, followed by a land invasion of beachhead dimensions. Cars park. People group. Even the dogs stop what they’re doing and look up.
     The bay, on the other hand, has no follow-through. It fills with a stir—as though something is about happen—but then empties without a sound, as still as a movie theater at midnight. Without the tides, the waters of Livingston Bay would shrink like a woolen sock until the bottom of the bay became dry enough to be short platted and dotted with Legolike houses. Families would sit on pads of concrete and look at the sky; it would be the only thing around worth watching.

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