by Ethel Lee-Miller | May 28, 2016 | Writing
Perspective. When I was very young I wondered why my Dad never talked about being in WWII. Was he too emotionally distant from us? Back then I thought he just didn’t want to talk to us kids–we were too young to hear about it. When I was about nine my sister and...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Sep 9, 2015 | Writing
In 1969 I spent most of my summer days in a karate dojo in the East Village in New York City. We worked out, read Black Belt magazine, went to tournaments, ate at the Japanese kitchen nearby, and watched the movie Rashomon. The classic Kurosawa film, Rashomon, depicts...
