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 | Jun 4, 2021 | Writing
Pegasus In the last year of my mother’s life, our hospice angels recommended bringing in photo albums to assist my mother in her “life review.” Some pictures brought a smile, some a short sniff of dismissal. Some elicited a story. The black-and-white photo was...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Oct 21, 2018 | Writing
What makes a relationship endure? My husband and I have been together for 29 years. He’s changed from being Hank, this really neat guy, to my friend, sweetheart, true north and National Treasure. I’m sure I’ve changed too. We have influenced each...
by Ethel Lee-Miller | Dec 5, 2017 | Writing
When was the last time you got hugged more than 54 times in a day? I’m a hugger and was completely in my element when we recently visited a local school in Kauai. Let me start at the beginning. KIDS Kids are amazing! Whether they’re pre-schoolers, wiggly giggly...