Jan M Flynn

Jan M Flynn

Novels, short stories, essays, high-intensity daydreams. Compulsive reader.

Sheep On The March!

It’s an Idaho thing, and I’m so there for it If wishes had wings, sheep would fly. — Robert Jordan It’s spring, and the sheep are on the move Not like it’s all their idea, of course. Sheep and ideas are generally acknowledged…

Jonestown Still Haunts Me

My former classmate drank the Kool-Aid — last Here’s my memory of Thanksgiving weekend, 1978 My fiancée and I were staying at my widowed mother’s house in Belmont, California where I’d spent my first 20 years. The family gathering proceeded with…

My All-Season Body

Outliving bikini season angst This weekend, I was reminded to be grateful for a gift from the aging process. Like many of its gifts, it takes an adjustment in my perspective to appreciate, but once I do, boy howdy.  Get…