by Ethel Lee-Miller | Apr 5, 2022 | Writing
My husband Hank, a.k.a. the National Treasure, reads several online newspapers each morning. He often sends me links to things we’ve talked about, or that strike him as newsworthy of sharing. He forwarded an article to me about a woman who was 109 and died last week...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Nov 11, 2021 | Prior Events, Writing
A stroke sure changes your “social” calendar. My days are filled with meeting with incredibly talented and caring medical practitioners- my regular doctor, physical therapist, cardiologist, neurology practitioners and soon speech therapy. Each holds a...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Mar 28, 2021 | Writing
Early Zooming- March 2020 Ah, remember the old days when we first started Zooming. Little black boxes with views of the tops of people’s heads. “Can you hear me?” “Can you see me?” “Where’s the chat?” “Huh?” “Wait. Wait.” And the self-talk. Good grief! I look so pale/...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Feb 6, 2021 | Writing
When my husband and I spent the Christmas holidays in New York City it was a homecoming for me. In 1969 I had gone straight from graduating Wagner College to a third floor walk-up in a renovated brownstone and then over to West End Ave. a few years later. The upper...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | May 2, 2020 | Writing
Sometimes brainstorms turn out to be… well, something else. COVID19 has reawakened my reduce/reuse/recycle cognitive file. Brainstorm: Realizing kitchen trash bags are a rare commodity, I decided to sanitize all those used grocery bags we save to use as trash...
