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About Andrea R Huelsenbeck

Andrea R Huelsenbeck is a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a former elementary general music teacher. A freelance writer in the 1990s, her nonfiction articles and book reviews appeared in Raising Arizona Kids, Christian Library Journal, and other publications. She is currently working on a middle grades novel and a poetry collection.

Flower of the Day: Roses

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Happy Late World Photography Day

I just found out (a week too late!) that there is a World Photography Day, and it’s August 19 every year. People are encouraged to post a picture to share their world with the world. Since I’m already too late … Continue reading

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Flower of the Day: Rose (and Bee)

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Flower of the Day: Another Rose

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Flower of the Day: Rose

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The Artist’s Perspective

I see gorgeous old wood peeking out from behind peeling paint; what should be transparent, isn’t; the missing pane of glass is a portal into darkness. Now it’s your turn. What do you see? Share in the comments below.

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Photo of the Day: Cricket

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A Few Questions

I am reading Tribe of Mentors: Short Life Advice from the Best in the World by Tim Ferriss. He submitted a group of eleven questions to more than 100 people whom he admired for their brilliance, questions whose answers he believed would … Continue reading

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Flower of the Day: Poppies with Visitor

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Mockingbird Blues

This article was originally published on ARHtistic License in May, 2020. I’ve now experienced everything. Last week I was bullied by a bird. I was minding my own business, walking Ralph, when a bird started trash-talking me. I tried whistling at … Continue reading

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