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?
Flawed People | Flawless God.
Author Speaker Blogger
Albert Dyer Review
“…so right on on so many levels as the characters give the reader a peek into their lives and the conflicts of life within a family. Grace, forgiveness and acceptance throughout the pages caused me to check myself, promising to make a change. Stories that counseled me…I am a better person today because of reading Ann Lee Miller.”
Technical specialist, electrical engineering department, particle physics division, Batavia IL
Sandi Greene Review
“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.”
English professor and novelist, Phoenix AZ
Anne Baxter Campbell Review
Ann is an amazingly talented writer. She grips you on the first page and won’t let you go EVEN AT THE END.
Anne Baxter Campbell
Blogger and Author, Willows CA
Jeremy McClung Review
“Miller refuses to give simplistic answers or paint a picture of an ideal world. She delves into the struggles of twenty-somethings and their quest for meaning, companionship and spirituality. As usual, she pushes boundaries–but manages to do so with grace and honesty.”
Pastor, Muskoka Community Church, Huntsville, Ontario, Canada
Wisdom & Stories
Wrung From an Imperfect Life
Susan Sigler narrowed her eyes at me across the lunch table. “We saw you heading into New Smyrna Beach in Big Kev’s truck Saturday night.” I shoved a huge bite of peanut butter and jelly sandwich into my mouth for an excuse not to answer. If they got me to admit I’d...read more
I shimmied out of the extra swim suit I wore over my red New Smyrna Beach High School team suit, hopped onto the starting block, and bent to on-your-mark position almost in one motion. A Mad Magazine could be read through a dry team suit and wet—let’s just say the...read more
A white piece of paper fluttered onto my lit book as James Knox, moved past my desk. Song for Emil had been typed across the top of what must be song lyrics. My forehead wrinkled and questions bumper-carred around my head. I watched James, the most vocal member of...read more
A well-respected literary agent said no publisher would touch the book. She, personally, was angered by novel’s perspective. One reader took offense to the sexual content, another to the handful of salty language. The editor of one of the New Smyrna Beach Series novels panned the book altogether.
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