Houston and New York and Budapest
Author: Laura Grevel
When I was young and met new children, I noticed we all sat around biting our lips until someone started telling stories. Before we knew it, the time had flown and we were all friends.
When I was grown-up, I volunteered with a charity that visited people who were down and out. We'd take the needy a sack of food and some money, and only when we heard their history, did they relax and let us go.
I have lived in many different places and worked a wide range of jobs. And I have seen again and again that stories are all it really takes to bring people together.
So that is my mission—telling stories, bringing people together. Something this world needs.
I hope you enjoy my stories, that they bring you together with the shared human heart.
Paddling With William Faulkner Through the Debris of Life
Five Festive Traditions of My Wacky Family
Five Festive Traditions of My Wacky Family
You may think we hang upside down from the rafters at Christmas, or throw purple socks in the air for New Year’s.
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Voting From Abroad
As the November 2018 Senate and House of Representatives elections in the U.S.A. approach, we are again struggling to vote from abroad. So it’s time to send this blog out again!
Voting From Abroad
My fingers tremble, my breath rasps. I flex my thigh muscles and prepare to leap . . . do the long jump . . . go far . . . over the ocean to reconnect with my people, my roots, my dirt.
But first, there’s this little thing called bureaucracy:
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The World Through The Hole in a Hanging Sock
The World Through the Hole in a Hanging Sock
UNITED STATESIAN LAUNDRY CULTURE
Texas, 1996, a rural location
My dad stared at our laundry line. “We used to do that.”Read More »
#NationalDogDay For Fen & Petals August 26
Here’s a reblog of a poem for National Dog Day, just a little late.
Fen and Petals (2)
He’s dark,
although
Fensitively playful
he’s a son of a bitch
golden, but he has
wild plays
barked upon the field stage
with romping floppy ears
and a dear puppy attitude
retrieving a Labradorean
heritage cool
His Father it is said
was a shepherd who liked lamb chops,
but then in fending for himself
Fen will some day
wolf down Wiener schnitzel
romping with élan and bark
Sister Petals is a dog too
whose nickname is Flower Child,
but she knows she’s a dog
because she knows
how to fight Fen
with gentle teeth-to-teeth,
mouth-to-mouth, and
the canine literati
call her a wag, but
though play is like an apéritif,
lately, he’s been of-Fen-sive
getting under Petals’ belly
and knocking her over; oh no,
but she’s learned a de-Fen-se:
a self-imperative,”Petals down”
Soon dog treats are found, they
bounding into the kitchen
The Totem
A Texas Ranching Adventure: The Family Milk Cow
A Texas Ranching Adventure: The Family Milk Cow
Driving through the dark down a Texas highway, my husband at the wheel, I shone the flashlight at the book and read,Read More »
A Texas Ranching Adventure: They Paid a High Price
A Texas Ranching Adventure: They Paid a High Price
The Tree Was Witness
An ancient pecan tree was witness to the Jacksons’ violent deaths and, 140 years later, the tree provided shade for the people gathered together to remembering the Jacksons’ fates.Read More »
Looking Towards Hathersage
Looking Towards Hathersage
I pause in my daily walk along the edge of the English town I live in and gaze across a soon-to-be-developed meadow and on towards the hills of DerbyshireRead More »
