Author Archives: Sally Gerard

“Marlee, where are you girl?” “Sorry dad. I was just thinking.” Setting her bowl on the bedside table, Marlee smiled into her father’s brown eyes. Eli Riverstone had been a handsome man. She could still see that in the strong … Continue reading →

Easing her dad’s bedroom door open, she set the tray on the bedside table, opened the blinds for him and helped him to ease himself up as she placed the pillows behind him for support. She leaned in to kiss … Continue reading →

So this is still the same story and you can read it all so far by going back to Beginnings, but what do you think of this title: Because, Love… She finally moved to plug in the phone and head into … Continue reading →

I’m searching for a title…ideas? Today, of all days, she wanted to believe in something. This day marked her at a quarter of a century old; she felt older. Marlee didn’t regret coming back home after college. She loved the … Continue reading →

Continuing from yesterday (Beginnings 28 March 2018) and hoping for more comments: Slowing to walk the last quarter-mile north, the ice that covered her crackled. She couldn’t see the little teardrop shaped lights, faerie lights, that hung on the bottom … Continue reading →

I’d love some feedback on this beginning. What do you like? Not like? Where do you see it going? Thoughts? The fog settled just above the road. She could see her feet, but it was like they were disembodied from … Continue reading →

When certain songs begin to play on the radio, they bring my little sister, Cathy, to me. One that hits me particularly hard is Amy Grant’s “Emmanuel,” because it speaks of how things used to be and of tales told … Continue reading →

My brain was making a kind of a whirring noise as I thought about us just driving up to someone’s house and asking them about their property. I rolled down the window, splattered with dried spots of snow melt and … Continue reading →

“It really is a Tiny Town,” I said. I stared through the spotty glass at each little house and squinted to see if there might be any tiny people. Piles of snow, dirty from the splash back, lay against the … Continue reading →

Up long before the sun getting ready for the day, she takes care of her husband’s and children’s hot breakfast and lunches for work and school. Soon the school bus’s dust trail would drift down their road, and she’d reach … Continue reading →