“off, but Osgood, the photographer, was already snoring softly. He was in the center seat, wedged between John Thigpen and” — Sara Gruen Photography Copy Share Image
I roll onto my side and stare out the venetian blinds at the blue sky beyond. After a few minutes I'm lulled… — Sara Gruen Blue Copy Share Image
“When she comes to retrieve me [in the nursing home], after the tan-colored pudding with edible oil topping has sat for a… — Sara Gruen Nursing home Copy Share Image
I'm truly grateful for my microwave, which allows me to easily clarify butter, steam vegetables, and - when I am really lazy… — Sara Gruen Five Copy Share Image
I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever… — Sara Gruen Kissing Copy Share Image
“It takes a while to get to the end of the hall, but I do—and on my own pins, too. I’m pleased… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
“But my darling was as frail as a bird. She died nine days later. After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my… — Sara Gruen Frail Copy Share Image