Flawed people, flawless God.Author, Speaker, Blogger
I’m searching for my place in this messy world-craving, saying, and doing things I regret.
I fight for relationships, and sometimes I give up too soon.
I hold grudges. I harbor issues.
And, always, I’m trying to measure up.
Do you walk in my world?
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“Ann Lee Miller develops multi-layered relationships between the characters with the painful honesty of complex human emotion and depravity, and her vivid descriptions engage me in a way not many people can.”Sandi Greene
Wisdom & stories wrung from an imperfect life…
I headed across the hall toward my R.A.’s room to thank her for the post-it note wishing me well on my media writing test. But when I leaned through her doorway, instead of Judy Rock’s perky smile, I came face to face with Jesus Christ. Or rather, an artist’s...
I didn’t belong here in this hazy rented hall that smelled of hops and hairspray and heated bodies. The knowing started in my sternum and crawled outward. I crammed it back into the corner where I kept God at times like this. The ƩAEs and a cadre of coeds danced to...
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I became a writer the year I discovered Sister Sheila had hair. I was in fifth grade at St. Hugh’s Catholic School in Miami, knee deep in nouns and verbs, when Sister Sheila walked through the door in a new habit that showed two inches of mouse brown hair threaded with silver.
Thanks to Sister’s jump-start, I went on to earn a BA in Creative Writing from Ashland University in Ohio. With five novels and a messy stack of magazine, newspaper, and blog articles, I’m still infatuated with the written word.
My newest crush is embarrassingly myopic–blogging memoir every Friday. And sometimes it’s just plain embarrassing