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 28, 2019 | Writing
A Solitary Retreat The large and very plump saguaro is wearing an almost full bonnet of white blossoms, serving breakfast every morning to the mourning dove sojourners. This particular saguaro has quite a few arms; this tells me it’s old. I’m sure it has hosted many...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | May 13, 2015 | Writing
I’m thanking that perky flight attendant on the Tucson-Chicago flight for this simple idea. I usually listen to the safety instructions on airplane flights; sometimes I even twist around to scope out the nearest exit. Perky FA went through the seat belt and exit...
