Alice Gerard

Imagine yourself in a room. A large room where you can socially distance from other people. Including you, there are twenty people in the room. Now imagine that the twenty people are split up into four groups of five individuals each. And that each group is holding a conversation about a different topic. The majority […]

My imaginary journey continues with a visit to  Transylvania, which is now part of Romania. After my friends left Russia, I hopped on a sailing vessel and crossed the Black Sea into Romania. I headed for medieval towns, mountains, and maybe even Dracula’s castle. Would I meet up with a real, live vampire in Transylvania?

 Two years ago, the Grand Island Community Chorus sang a tender song about an elderly woman who was starting to lose touch with her memories. The song touched my heart very deeply because it is something that I live every day. About three and a half years ago, my brilliant mother was diagnosed with Alzheimers disease. That

 Because of the COVID-19 pandemic, I have been unable to travel. So in April, I decided to take an imaginary journey around the world, and I have been sporadically sharing stories about the adventure. The last place that I “visited” was Kazakhstan. Today’s journey takes me to Sochi, Russia. (the pictures were taken much closer

  A few months ago, during the lockdown, I wrote a blog post, titled “Pennies from Heaven (with link!).” In it, I talked about coming face to face with all of my insecurities and inadequacies. I was on an inner journey, and it was a pretty bumpy one. At the end, I emerged with the

As a journalist, I believe that the job of a newspaper is to hold up a mirror to the world, to show the readers a reflection of life as it is occurring. The goal is to reveal everything about society, both good and bad, without commentary. Thus, the newspaper becomes an image of a moment

  When I was eight years old, I was afraid of bees. I thought that I could get stung at any moment because, for reasons unknown to me, bees liked to land on me and use me as a chair. Eventually, I calmed down and I learned to coexist with bees. The day came, however,

These days, I don’t travel very far. I go to work and I come home. Sometimes, I go to the farmers market. On Sunday, I went to church. The first time since March 8th. It was nice to be back, and it was different. The church service was held outside, under a tent. No singing.

There are times when I think that, once we finish all of the phases of re-opening, everyday life will just pick up where it left off. The world looks normal. Is it really possible that danger lurks behind such a placid surface? The flowers are blooming and the lake is often a beautiful shade of