Author Archives: Sally Gerard

One night, the unspeakable happened. I was visiting my son, Alex, at Hastings College in Nebraska. My brother Mike and his wife Barb and my sister Jana drove out from Omaha to meet us for supper. It was a lovely … Continue reading →

Cows and coyotes generally ignore each other. But when there are baby calves, mama cows go into Sasquatch mode. One of the cows was deep in the labor process when I drove the tractor down to the pasture to feed. … Continue reading →

A recipe for love should include whole people, that is, the people involved must be accepted just the way they are, no removing skins or scraping out seeds, cutting away little rotted or moldy spots, and never separating and tossing … Continue reading →

Give me your best heart poem built with heart candies. For this one, I used all but four in a regular 0.9 ounce box. The video of me reading the poem, well, you be the judge.

I haven’t gone to France, and I haven’t mopped the floor. I haven’t run a marathon, and I haven’t fed the bulls today. I haven’t got a mountain home, and I haven’t made that zucchini bread. I haven’t published my … Continue reading →

I’ve been reading this book, Scout, Atticus, and Boo by Mary McDonagh Murphy. It’s a fifty year celebration (published in 2010) of To Kill a Mockingbird. It contains reflections on the novel by all kinds of people, including Oprah, Wally … Continue reading →

She said she was losing her soul. When she told me, there was no emotion. Not at first. “What do you mean? Your faith?” “No,” she said, and then she tried to explain it. “I’m doing everything I’m supposed to … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Live to Write – Write to Live:
One of the unintended consequences of the pandemic has been to welcome writers from far away to the Rosefire Writing Circle, a place for writers of all ages and abilities…