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
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CountryCanada
pain lying grief
Afterward, I curl around her. We lie in silence until darkness falls, and then, haltingly, she begins to talk...She speaks without need or even room for response, so I simply hold her and stroke her hair. She talks of the pain, grief, and horror of the past four years; of learning to cope with being the wife of a man so violent and unpredictable his touch made her skin crawl and of thinking, until quite recently, that she'd finally managed to do that. And then, finally, of how my appearance had forced her to realize she hadn't learned to cope at all.
dog uncles grief
I am further back, surrounded on all sides by wailing men, their faces shiny with tears. Uncle Al promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief-- even the dogs were howling.
conceiving fictional full natural pop seems surround
It seems natural to surround my fictional world with animals because my reality is full of them. When I'm sitting there conceiving a story, they just pop up.
types vicious
I just don't think I've had the desire yet to write a vicious animal - like a dog-gone-bad or anything - where I do feel that I need a balance of all types of humans.
horse children matter
They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.
breathe break cases
i'm afraid to breathe in case i break the spell
sleepwalking
It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here
betrayal mind body
Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it
girl elephants sake
How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake?
sweet men thinking
Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and something never die - but the thought of those sweet kernels bursting between my teeth sure sets my mouth to watering. It's fantasy, I know that. Neither will happen. I just like to weight the options, as though I were standing in front of Solomon: a final roll in the hay or an ear of corn. What a wonderful dilemma. Sometimes I substitute an apple for the corn.
pockets littles protect
The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
being-me
When did I stop being me?
real war what-if
My platitudes don't hold their interest and I can hardly blame them for that. My real stories are all out of date. So what if I can speak firsthand about the Spanish flu, the advent of the automobile, world wars, cold wars, guerrilla wars, and Sputnik — that's all ancient history now. But what else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That's the reality of getting old, and I guess that's really the crux of the matter. I'm not ready to be old yet.
people giving trying
...if you expect people to try to do things your way, you're going to have to give some hints as to what that way is.