by Ethel Lee-Miller | Jun 17, 2023 | Writing
“It doesn’t matter who my father was. It matters who I remember he was.” Anne Sexton. My Dad was an extraordinary ordinary man. Father to three daughters, husband to my also extraordinary Mom, kind and cheerful grandfather. He did all...
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 | Jun 13, 2021 | Writing
Maddie was looking pretty uncomfortable one morning at our Zoom meeting. Turns out she was suffering from a boil on her sit-me-down. She was hurting, upset, and knew she had to go to the doctor and deal with this. The way she was sitting was exactly how I saw my Dad...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Jun 19, 2015 | Writing
My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of church-going. ~ Aldous Huxley I think I’ve been attracted to different religions because of the rituals more than the beliefs. When I was a child I wanted to be Catholic to smell the incense and...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Jun 17, 2015 | Writing
My father went on talking to me in a low voice. This is how our people always talk to their children, so low and quiet, the child thinks he is dreaming. But he never forgets. ~ Maria Chono, Papago This quote is from 365 Days of Walking the Red Road: The Native...
