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
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
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
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
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
While swimming double workouts—AAU and high school—and plowing through the Orangebelt Conference swim season, Paul Grabiak’s perfect pecs popped into my peripheral vision. Senior prom had come and gone without my attending, despite the promises of the...read more
I jostled on the seat of the big brown Impala as we bounced over a rut. Excitement fluttered in my stomach. Our first keg party. Jackie Herold gripped the steering wheel tighter and peered down the beam of her headlights. We’d lurched off the smooth, sand road onto a...read more
I tapped my foot and stared at the triangle of skin between James Knox’s brows and the top of his sunglasses—red-framed today. “What’s your answer?” I clenched my arms across my waist. “You’ve kept me hanging for a week.” He dropped his head, sighed, faced me. “Yeah,...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