Besides being a constant gardener, I am reading all the time and writing quite a bit. www.Amazon.com/author/sallypfoutz.
Mark and I have been married since 1974! We both love the countryside, the mountains, and the sea. We live on a farm near the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia with our two dogs, Max and Skye, and our two horses, Jack and Patsy, and just two, at the moment, barn cats, Dopey and Leroy. We dearly miss our wonderful dogs, kitties and horses that have passed away but are always in our hearts and never forgotten. We absolutely love it when our grandson, his mom and dad and his aunt visit.
On a hillside, dreaming, as the sun rose in the sky, a sister and brother and their granddad, imagine wild animals they could be: zebras running with the herd; a cheetah, whose leaping quick strength dazzled the forest like a fiery rocket; songbirds, a seagull, a great blue heron; a lion, and a Bengal tiger, and finally smooth fish, lovely fish, snazzy, dazzling trout fish. Most of the animals so magnificently illustrated by painter, Doris Weeks, are endangered, or suffering loss of habitat.
With beautiful illustrations by Doris Weeks, Wolf on the Run tells the story of a young wolf, Nikita, who runs 40 miles in all directions, exploring and searching for friends, only to find that creatures are afraid of her and humans point guns at her. As she runs by, birds of all kinds react: trumpeter swans sound the alarm, pelicans hit the water, falcons watch her with interest, finding her behavior to be quite odd, and a raven flies down to her side and asks her, what is wrong? She tells the raven that she does not want to be a wolf because wolves are mean. The raven reminds her of her beautiful protective mother and her fearless father. Then old black wolf comes by and tells Nikita the history of wolves and he says, wolves are not mean, child, they are wild. www.amazon.com/dp/1549689282
A murder mystery buried within a tale of lust and love, revenge and redemption, Red-tail illustrates how life turns on a dime. Yet it's possible to find your way, whether you're a teenager who cuts herself, a married man yearning for his youth, a married woman searching for love, or an elderly man who causes a terrible tragedy; as long as you can forgive yourself and others. Red-tail was first issued as an original paperback in 2002. Newly released in 2017.
First let me tell you about the day you died. July, hot sticky bugbite infested. Catesby had collapsed the week before. She had him put to sleep she said she had to because he was in pain but I don’t believe her. He was my dog and I got sent to science camp which I hated and never wanted to go. That was the year she and I had big screaming fights about what I don’t even know and you didn’t like it. You told me once that if you could just sell some paintings you would take me away. I didn’t like Philly. It was cold don’t you think? didn’t you think? Winter lasted a long time. We never liked winter. It even snowed in April it didn’t know when to quit. Big sloppy wet flakes that vanished when they hit the street but stayed in my hair and in the dog's coat for a few minutes at least before melting. We looked spotted, a bit demented actually with soggy white masses draped over our eyes and dangling from our chins. I told you about it later, at dinner and you laughed the way you do, did, smile lifting your face, lights practically blinking on in your eyes all of a sudden. You wanted us to run outside and do it again so you could paint us but it was dark and the snow was gone by then.
When Evening Falls Summary:
A woman’s past and present aren’t concurrent, but Lord sometimes it felt that way to Patsy when she thought back. Walking out on her family was the worst thing she ever did and she could never take that back, not that single act, not the years that followed. They blame her and they have a right to, but who’s to say they would have turned out better if she had stayed?
There she was back in 1963, married to Royal, a handsome, successful lawyer. They lived in a beautiful house in Lexington, Kentucky, with their three children, Betsy, Cindy and Jody. Patsy had met Royal when she was working for a senator in Washington, D.C., and he was recovering from war injuries at Walter Reed. She loved being a wife and mother but she missed her career and she had a hard time making friends with the women in her neighborhood. Then Royal’s war-buddy, Charlie and his little motherless daughter, Jackie, came to visit and everything changed for Patsy.
Patsy’s story shifts between the end of her life, in 1994, and the years before, when she fell in love with two men and left one for the other. There is much regret, both of her marriages end painfully, yet there is also reconciliation and forgiveness and Patsy is remembered fondly. As her daughter Jackie says tearfully to Patsy’s adult children from her marriage to Royal, “She used to say your father saved my father’s life. Well, she saved my life, I’m sure of it. She had this incredible strength to be pleasant when the worst things happened.”
"The harrowingly suspenseful tale will keep readers spellbound." Horn Book 1994
A jet went by overhead and Carrie shielded her eyes to watch it disappear in the sky. Her mother might be up there heading for South America or Australia, she thought. Right this minute Martha might be making her way down the aisle in those tacky yellow pants she was last seen in. But she wouldn't be caught dead in public in those things. Wouldn't be caught dead--the expression held new meaning for Carrie.
First published in hardcover by Viking in 1993, and published in paperback as an Authors Guild Back-in-print edition in 2009, Missing Person is now available as an ebook and paperback.
This novel is based on the true story of my friend and farrier, Levi Hochstetler
Augusta, Wisconsin 1996
Late one August night in small white frame house in a very strict Old Order Amish community that does not have electricity, running water, or telephones, a man starts a bloody trail across the bedroom floor next to the double bed where his young wife sleeps soundly. The blood trail snakes down the narrow staircase through the kitchen out onto the front stoop and onto the gravel drive where it ends in a pool, so that Levi Hochstetler, age 21, will appear to have been taken violently from his bed.
After awhile something wakes up Levi’s wife Rosanna. Perhaps it is the putrid smell of blood, or the barking dogs outside. She assumes her husband has gone to the outhouse but even in darkness she can see something on the floor. She sits up in bed, switches on the flashlight and discovers the blood trail leading to the stairs and down. Shocked and horrified, she climbs out of bed and steps cautiously over the splashes of blood, escapes outdoors, and races across the dark yard to the house next door where her in-laws hear her urgent cries for help. After tearing through his son’s house to see the blood trail with his own eyes, her father-in-law, Joe, must run across a cornfield in the dead of night to call the police on the neighbors’ phone.
When the police arrive, the house and driveway are immediately strung with alien yellow crime tape. Levi’s wife, parents, siblings, friends and neighbors are questioned exhaustively. At the break of day, police and bloodhounds search the farm buildings, grounds, and surrounding woods and cornfields. An aerial search ensues.
Levi is missing and presumed dead.