Sandra de HelenStuffAs she pushed and kneaded and strained to get every last inch of her bright orange sleeping bag back into its environmentally harmonious…Nov 7, 2022Nov 7, 2022
Sandra de HelenThe Blue Dress(I originally wrote this story in 1992. Sandra de Helen) We buried her in that dress. Soft, almostOct 8, 2022Oct 8, 2022
Sandra de HelenAunt Inez’s Ole Southern Butter Cake has a secret ingredient.My next poetry collection (forthcoming 2022) contains my personal recipes and poems to go with them. This is one, and the recipe follows…Oct 3, 2021Oct 3, 2021
Sandra de HelenWhat if We All Had Enough to Live?If my daughter had a guaranteed income, she could focus on her health instead of how she will meet her bills. For my granddaughter it would…Sep 7, 2021Sep 7, 2021
Sandra de HelenExploring Inner SpaceThe profession of astronaut was never in my future, though I coveted a slide rule before I went to college. When I finally arrived at what…Aug 28, 2021Aug 28, 2021
Sandra de HelenTo Die For…Death by chocolate. Hilarious! I’m dead. You’re dead to me. Dead and gone. We use language to flirt with death because we dread its reality…Aug 15, 2021Aug 15, 2021
Sandra de HelenRe-EntryThe first time I heard the word re-entry, it was No Re-Entry. If you bought your ticket you could not leave and return to the venue. After…Aug 8, 2021Aug 8, 2021
Sandra de HelenExtrapolating in BedPoets don’t usually work in offices, scribbling away at a desk in a cubicle surrounded by dozens of other cubicles. Nor are they on the…Aug 4, 2021Aug 4, 2021