Author Archives: Andrea R Huelsenbeck
Fear Not . . . by Andrea R Huelsenbeck
Wait a minute. I thought I parked right by this lamp post. Where’s my car? I walk a little farther. No, that’s not right. I look around. Could it have been a different lamp post? Wait. I was lined up … Continue reading
Oh, What Needless Guilt We Bear…by Donna Clark Goodrich
Originally posted on dgood648:
“I need to talk to you about something,” I said to my husband one night before going to sleep. “Oh, oh, sounds serious,” he answered. “It is!” I continued, “I know through the years there have…
Defusing the Demolition Derby
In my home state of Arizona, some school districts are already in session, while most others will resume within the next three weeks or so. In other parts of the country, summer vacation lasts another six weeks or more, but … Continue reading
Sweet Dreams . . . by Andrea R Huelsenbeck
I struggle to get off the ground, but finally I lift off and soar above my little town. I see my home below me, and I head toward school. Some of my friends look up and wave frantically. I know … Continue reading
Heart Failure . . . by Andrea R Huelsenbeck
Years ago, my pastor’s wife started a sewing circle to make a quilt that, when auctioned off, would raise money for our financially struggling church. The emphasis was on stitching with excellence, but a special camaraderie formed around the quilting … Continue reading
A First Generation Perspective on Immigration . . . by Andrea R Huelsenbeck
My parents immigrated to the United States in 1952. My brother and I were born here. As I child, I was painfully aware how different my parents were from the American parents of my friends, and by extension, self-conscious about … Continue reading
MIMeography . . . by Andrea R Huelsenbeck
If you are ever in the Phoenix, Arizona area, I recommend you spend a few hours at the Musical Instrument Museum (MIM). This world-class cultural center will delight your senses. I’ve gone five times, and I look forward to going … Continue reading