Joanne HuspekWatson Junior High School — 1971Illuminated hallway pooling light to the gymMar 15, 2020Mar 15, 2020
Joanne HuspekThe Death of DiscourseI happily call myself a writer. I can construct stories and convey my ideas with words, sentences, paragraphs, sometimes overly lengthy…Feb 14, 20201Feb 14, 20201
Joanne HuspekRiding 20" Above Fly-Over CountryAn old woman and a small dog take a road trip…Oct 28, 2019Oct 28, 2019
Joanne HuspekThe Conditional Love Fetish: It Only Exists If You Allow It ToIt’s Valentine’s Day. As has been my habit for the last ten years, I’m sitting in a hotel room in San Francisco — alone — waiting for the…Feb 14, 2019Feb 14, 2019
Joanne HuspekFlash Fiction: MUNIAs if riding on the MUNI weren’t bad enough, jam packed with degenerates and slack jaw wage slaves rolling to the Financial District, now…Feb 11, 2019Feb 11, 2019
Joanne HuspekFlash: The Hunk OffThe Olney sisters were enlisted to judge the Oceana County Hunk Off. May preferred the tall, chiseled, Amos Andersen. Maureen liked the…Feb 7, 2019Feb 7, 2019
Joanne HuspekFlash Fiction: Malcolm State PrisonDreams of an ordinary life fell away once she married Malcolm. A facade of high breeding and elegance replaced her bologna and cheese…Feb 6, 2019Feb 6, 2019
Joanne HuspekinPandemic DiariesChristmas Without StuffWe are recently retired, recently moved halfway across the country. This is the first Christmas celebrated at Huspek Senior Living.Dec 24, 2018Dec 24, 2018
Joanne HuspekMy Fortune for a Caesar SaladWhat’s that old adage? That old line from the Joni Mitchell song? “Don’t it always seem go that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s…Nov 26, 20181Nov 26, 20181