“A Tale of Three Wagging Tails”- by Alison Grambs


As I type this, I’m sitting on a wobbly stool in my new Manhattan apartment, watching my laptop get gnawed on by a four month-old puppy with teeth that rival those of a Great White shark in both size and strength. I should be appalled at the sight of my computer being masticated by this pooch; but I’m not. […]

“The Woofing Circle of Life”- by Alison Grambs (Dedicated to Julie, Denny & Beau Riley)


Ladies and gentlemen, meet Zelda the Beagle. My husband and I met Zelda the Beagle last week at the Humane Society/SPCA of Sumter County, Inc. where we’ve just begun volunteering. Our dog, Bily, passed away back in May. Grieving, and in dire need of animal contact, we have found that spending time with shelter dogs, and focusing on […]

“To The Creep Who Pushed Me” (“NY Times Metropolitan Diary”) – by Alison Grambs


Thrilled and honored to have my piece “To The Creep Who Pushed Me“ included in this week’s “New York Times Metropolitan Diary.”  Here’s  the direct link to the NY Times section… or you can read the item below -but it’s in a waaaaaay less impressive font.) http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2014/10/07/to-the-creep-who-pushed-me/?module=BlogPost-Title&version=Blog+Main&contentCollection=Metropolitan+Diary&action=Click&pgtype=Blogs&region=Body “Dear Diary: To the Creep Who Pushed Me On […]

“Longing for a Leash”- by Alison Grambs


For over 11 years, this little face was traveling with us on every road trip my husband and I took. If we camped in Canada, Bily was there. If we hiked in Montana, he was there. If we motorcycled through the Smoky Mountains, or the deserts of Nevada and Utah, he was there. If we went anywhere, […]

“The End of the Road”- by Alison Grambs


Road Trip. Over. Spent 4 weeks driving across the country with my amazing husband… Put 8,000 miles on the car… 300 miles on a motorcycle… Slept in tents, log cabins & motels… Explored mountains, valleys, plains, canyons, reservations & ghost towns… Met so many cool people… Learned so much about our nation’s history… Observed wildlife […]

“Never Forget”- by Alison Grambs


  September 11, 2001. Reports of a ‘small’ plane hitting the World Trade Center. Then another. No, these aren’t small planes; they’re big ones. It seems deliberate. Confusion on Lexington Avenue as I head to work. A man in a business suit shouts out that the Pentagon had just been hit. I stop at a […]

“Shark Weak”- by Alison Grambs


It was a day like any other. The air was cool, the sun was shining. I’d taken this walk on our screened-in patio a thousand times before. The footing was familiar, and I knew every nook and cranny of the hammock I had purchased on Amazon.com using my Rewards Points. (I also got one of those Perfect […]

“Under the Dome?”- by Alison Grambs


Yesterday morning, as is my tradition, I walked outside to begin my writing day on the patio. Freshly made latte in one hand, laptop in the other, I was feeling refreshed from a good night’s sleep and on target to finalize a writing project that has been consuming my mind for months. The sun was shining. The […]

“Road Twit”-artistic rendering by Alison Grambs


“Gone Eyebrow” – by Alison Grambs


I once had a weird dream. I was walking alone down a dimly lit, completely deserted Manhattan street. Except for the patter of a light rain falling at my feet, the usual cacophony of city noises was conspicuously absent from the atmosphere. Likewise, my stride, usually confident and aggressive, was uncharacteristically tentative in this dream. […]

“Custer’s 2nd to Last Stand”- by Alison Grambs

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Right this moment I am reading Stephen E. Ambrose’s book, “To America: Personal Reflections of an Historian” Just fourteen pages in, and this memoir is already irking me. Suppose I spontaneously decide to become ‘an historian’ and thereby, wish to personally reflect, in writing, upon America? While I certainly can spontaneously become ‘an historian’ and begin reflecting on […]

“Soooo, You’re Saying I Shouldn’t Lick Myself?”- by Alison Grambs

  A week ago today our dog passed away.  He died at home with us, for which I am thankful. However, his passing was sudden, and unexpected, and for that, I am eternally resentful. He was only eleven years old and still so very much a puppy in behavior and spirit. I am angry. I […]