Sara Gruen
Sara Gruen
Sara Gruenis an author with dual Canadian and American citizenship. Her books deal greatly with animals and she is a supporter of numerous charitable organizations that support animals and wildlife...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionAuthor
CountryCanada
hands years together
After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.
elephants goes-on normalcy
Life goes on with fragile normalcy.
littles pockets protect
Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
sky
The sky the sky- same as it always was.
dry honey ink
Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.
kids college here-i-am
But it all zipped by. One minute Marlena and I were up to our eyeballs, and the next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college. And now, here I am. In my nineties and alone.
pretending noticing
Although, pretending not to notice is almost worse than noticing.
grateful kids vegetables
I'm truly grateful for my microwave, which allows me to easily clarify butter, steam vegetables, and - when I am really lazy - feed my three kids in less than five minutes.
morning giving-up sleep
I cling to my anger with every ounce of humanity left in my ruined body, but it's no use. It slips away, like a wave from shore. I am pondering this sad fact when I realize the blackness of sleep is circling my head. It's been there awhile, biding it's time and growing closer with each revolution. I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, and make a mental note to get angry again in the morning. Then I let myself drift, because there's really no fighting it.
kissing long want
I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
fate elephants two
When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.
cheer law alcohol
How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?" "We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season," she says taking her seat again. "Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.
uncles mean mad
He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. "He's ill, Jacob." I say nothing. "He's a paragon schnitzophonic." "He's what?!" "Paragon schnitzophonic," repeats Uncle Al. "You mean paranoid schizophrenic?" "Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is he's mad as a hatter...
lying feelings skins
I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.