Author Archives: Hannah Steenbock
The Power of Stories over Simple Facts
I was just reading about a study that shows children learn better from stories than facts. Duh. There is a reason why story-telling has been the preferred teaching method for millenia in our species. You see, our brain has what … Continue reading
One Entrance to Creativity
I’m bored. I have to spend another hour before I can actually go somewhere and do something else. And I have nothing to do. There is an emptiness in my life that screams at me to do something, anything. Anything … Continue reading
Thoughts on Violence
Violence is a part of nature. Animals kill animals to eat them. They fight, too, for dominance or the right to mate. Chimpanzees even go to war. It’s been documented that the young males sometimes hunt all members of another … Continue reading
The Fabric on our Skins
I don’t know about you, but my skin is quite sensitive. It matters what I wear. In fact, my clothes have to be soft. I can’t stand anything itchy or scratchy. Nope, I cannot wear wool. I would have been … Continue reading
When Stories won’t Die
There’s a story in my head that I have been carrying around for years. In my head. The other day, I actually talked about it with a friend. And suddenly, that story turned from a dry hulk into a doable … Continue reading
Grumpy Old Woman
There are days when I’m simply grumpy. And I really don’t want to give up the grumpiness. It’s nice to be a grumpy old woman. I’m allowed to hate things as grumpy old woman. I can hate the noisy kids. … Continue reading
The Aware Author – Weather
I believe we have an innate sense for weather. That’s because we humans used to spend most of our lives outside, even though the first houses were constructed in the neolithic, thousands of years ago. However, we tend not to … Continue reading
Excitement and Danger
I’m thinking about feeling disappointed. And feeling grateful at the same time. You see, in the last three days, Germany has been hit by many, many thunderstorms. Continuously. Except where I live. And I would have liked some celestial fireworks. … Continue reading
The Aware Author – Kindness
It was just a little thing, really. You see, this morning, I walked to work, as usual. It was just a normal day, no rain, no wind, overcast gray sky, and with normal temperatures. A day so normal that it … Continue reading
