by Ethel Lee-Miller | May 10, 2025 | Writing
Happy Mother’s Day to all the biological mothers, stepmothers, chosen mothers, and women, men, and caring people who have “mothered” me. I was thinking of my mother and remembered several mother stories. I think this is worthy of a repeat post. Thank you, Candy. A...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | May 13, 2023 | Writing
My mother was a beacon of right and wrong, love and anger long before I knew the words. When I find myself honing habits of nutrition, organizing, tidying up, grooming, anger and forgiveness, I realize the first teacher for many of these habits was my mother. She was...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | May 3, 2022 | Writing
Thinking of Mom and mothers … My Mother’s Beauty I don’t think anyone ever said of my mother that she was “a beauty.” A childhood photo when she was nine shows a slender and almost delicate girl on pointe in a perfect ballet tutu and pose. Her face is serious. Photos...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | May 9, 2021 | Writing
Sharing one of my favorite stories about my mother. She passed away in 2006 and yet I feel close and closer to her than when she was physically with us. This is an excerpt from Seedlings: Stories of Relationships. I offer it as a memory, a possibility that...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | May 7, 2015 | Writing
At my mother’s seventy-fifth birthday celebration I realized she was getting really tiny. She’d been shrinking bit by bit each year since she was seventy. Arriving at her present height of less than five feet, she was a small-boned woman with thick white hair,...
