Author Archives: Sally Gerard

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About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?

Winding 9 March 2016

Playing with setting: The road was winding and steep, and despite the nauseous feeling in Grady’s stomach, he couldn’t help looking down the rock-strewn ledge to the rushing water below. There were shiny bits sparkling under the rushing, spring-swollen creek. … Continue reading

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Treasure 8 March 2016

My 1949 Minneapolis Moline ZA tractor: She is sleek and beautiful in all of her Prairie Gold and Cherry Red splendor. I can feel the work she’s done in the field over the last 64 years and the hands that … Continue reading

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Hope 7 March 2016

My Indian horse is a goober. He is powerful to ride with long legs flailing all over when he gallops. He nibbles my boot in the stirrup when we stop and he gets bored. For some reason he brings hope … Continue reading

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The Closet 3 March 2016

The Closet The drab, brown door opens up a new, a better world for me in the house of my childhood. Climbing to the top shelf, above the folded sheets, towels and washcloths, nestling in and among the bulkier blankets. … Continue reading

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A Love Poem 1 March 2016

Love Love doesn’t have to be giving up yourself, like being absorbed into a heap. Love doesn’t have to take your personality like that one unique snowflake shoveled from the walk. Love can be two spirits, flying side-by-side down paths too … Continue reading

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A Favorite Shirt 25 February 2016

Doesn’t everyone have a favorite shirt? That one that is threadbare because it has been worn and washed so many times. And that shirt holds so many sweet memories and if you bury your face in it, you can smell … Continue reading

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Pens 24 February 2016

I wrote a few weeks ago about this great purple pen I’d found to write in my writer’s notebook at school and how it disappeared from my desk one day. One of my readers took pity on me and sent … Continue reading

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More Small Town 23 February 2016

Small town part two: The cafe is the only real business in town: regular hours and folks talking over pie and coffee. The new bank tried to have an internet cafe/coffee shop. I went there once. No one every showed … Continue reading

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Small Town 22 February 2016

I used to live in a small town, before I moved out to the plains. This is my story of a little town called Mead. It is six-and-a-half blocks. They never completed the west side of 7th Street. You can … Continue reading

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Oil Pull Rumley 18 February 2016

These huge tractors will leave an impression on you. What strikes me first, what hits my nostrils and the back of my throat is a kind of burnt smell. It reminds me of a horse being hot shod, all tangy … Continue reading

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