David Grebow
Bio
My words move at lightspeed through your eyes, find a synaptic home in your mind, and hopefully touch your heart! Thanks for taking the time to let me in.
Stories (24/0)
The Scariest Secret? They are taking it with them.
We are sleepwalking through our daily lives. We turn on our computers click, scroll, buy what we want. We deposit money online using mobile phones. We groan when we hit the 'submit' button for our taxes. Or smile when the screen tells us our car insurance is reduced or our unemployment insurance is increased. We do it all and more without thinking twice about what makes it work. Or not work?
By David Grebow3 years ago in Journal
The Little Dog Licked Her Leg
"A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....", She was as mad as I’ve ever seen her. Telling me the story about taking a break from her new job, in the bathroom stall, minding her own business. Where she thought she was safe. And alone. That's when the small dog appeared from under the next stall and licked her leg.
By David Grebow3 years ago in Confessions
I Finally Got It Right
I'll get back to the picture in a moment. Revelation is unpredictable. From a very young age I always felt that reality was somehow unreal. It made no sense. There was no rhyme or reason to be here. Here was surrounded by an immeasurable, unimaginably unimaginable, unknowable space. Lots of space. Lots.
By David Grebow3 years ago in Longevity
Down in the Pandemic Delta
Covid-19 was the original new virus. There are currently 7.674 billion test tubes — human beings — on this planet just waiting to be approached and infected. Viruses see each infection as an opportunity for a promotion. That’s in their job description as RNA (ribonucleic acid) viruses. They want to improve transmissibility. They really do not want to kill their hosts since that means they commit viral suicide. Yet as they become more infectious, they potentially become more deadly and resistant to the vaccines that worked on earlier versions.
By David Grebow3 years ago in Lifehack
Comfort Thomas
That First Frozen Night The snow on Mount Desert Island was still more than two feet deep, with a covering that was crystallized into a hard sheet that crunched and cracked with every step. No one had passed this way all winter, and F. Red carefully tried to step into the trail made by Jacques-O. It was the back way to the farm.
By David Grebow3 years ago in Fiction