by Ann Lee Miller | Mar 31, 2017 | Blog, New Smyrna Beach FL
David Lossing stood in a circle of light at Disney World Fort Wilderness Campground. He jutted his chin toward the furthest tent in our M.A.S.H.-like village stuffed with more than fifty members of New Smyrna Beach High School’s Spanish Club. “I’m headed to the party... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Mar 24, 2017 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, New Smyrna Beach FL
I angled up on my elbows from my beach towel, slack-jawed like Susan Sigler and Jackie Herold as we watched a jumble of high school jocks gambol through the surf. Their guffaws and your mamas grazed the sand toward us. We knew their names—had sat in Algebra or Biology... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Mar 17, 2017 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, New Smyrna Beach FL
I scrunched into the shade cast by Jackie Herold’s brown boat of a car—her stepfather’s Chevrolet Impala—and let New Smyrna Beach’s sugar-fine sand sieve through my fingers. We’d driven down the Flagler Street ramp onto the beach and parked near The Islander Beach... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Mar 3, 2017 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, New Smyrna Beach FL
On Tuesday, April 22, 1975, my creative writing class of eleven students clambered into a New Smyrna Beach High School van to visit Jonathan Livingston Seagull author Richard Bach. Jonathan had spent 38 weeks on The New York Times Best Seller List, appeared on... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Feb 24, 2017 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, New Smyrna Beach FL
I sat back on my heels in the front window of Behrens’ Book Store and eyed Jackie Herold’s Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls cradling a copy of Love Story. Ralph, my stepfather, had roped me into decorating the window for Valentine’s Day and I’d Tom-Sawyered Jackie into... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Feb 17, 2017 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, New Smyrna Beach FL
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...
