by Ethel Lee-Miller | Jul 1, 2023 | Writing
Summer Then How is it that in my 76th year, I continue to look forward to the first day of summer just as I did when I was a child? Back then, I couldn’t contain the anticipated happiness and feeling of freedom that came in the package that was summer. School was...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Aug 3, 2021 | Writing
A “Seed” Story The idea was planted while sitting at an almost empty table. The story was watered with the conversation between two people at either end of the table, and blossomed with revisiting that very same place. A Different Kind of Writing...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Jul 27, 2021 | Writing
These days of monsoon rain have brought no complaints from Catalina Mt. lovers in Pima County AZ. Last year we watched as flames and smoke moved across our mountains from west to east. Courageous firefighters and support crews battled the Bighorn Fire. “Monsoon...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Jun 15, 2021 | Writing
The Handshake was something my dad taught my sisters and me, not by saying “Watch and learn” but just by being himself. This got me thinking of those thousands of things parents and other adults teach us. This particular one is for my Dad, fathers everywhere, and...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Sep 29, 2020 | Writing
The End of Summer Once Labor Day passed, it used to be the official end of childhood summer. It signaled pack the summer clothes away, think about school supplies. Who would be in my class, what had my friends done over the summer? From my birth until I was sixteen I...
