by Ann Lee Miller | Jun 23, 2017 | Blog, Florida Southern College, Just The Facts Fridays
I glanced at the board four feet from my desk in Intro to College Math. I chose this seat five days ago on my first day of college so I’d have to pay attention. The left side of my brain liked to loll around and do nothing. I couldn’t afford to indulge its sloth if I... by Ann Lee Miller | Jun 16, 2017 | Blog, Florida Southern College, Just The Facts Fridays, New Smyrna Beach FL
Mom and I motored southwest on I-4, diagonally bisecting Florida with our Plymouth Duster crammed full of my clothes, plants, posters, Peanuts sheets I’d swiped from R.J.—all my possessions and possibilities. New Smyrna Beach lay behind us, the place I’d always call... by Ann Lee Miller | Jun 9, 2017 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays
Saturday, June 3, 2017, was one of the happiest days of my life. I graduated from Wilkes University with a master’s of arts in creative writing. A dream come true. Most of my kids were able to attend the ceremony and one of them shaved off his beard for my graduation... by Ann Lee Miller | Jun 2, 2017 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, New Smyrna Beach FL
A wet breeze ruffled my red, white and blue tassel as I stood behind the bleachers with a clipboard, lining up my classmates for graduation—my last duty as vice president of the New Smyrna Beach High School Class of 1976. Ordinary kids from small-town, ocean-side... by Ann Lee Miller | May 26, 2017 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, New Smyrna Beach FL
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... by Ann Lee Miller | May 19, 2017 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, New Smyrna Beach FL
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...