by Ann Lee Miller | Sep 30, 2016 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Stuart FL
In November Mom married my stepdad. In December we moved a hundred miles up the east coast from Miami. In January I transferred into Stuart Middle School in the middle of eighth grade. I thought I might be due a little peace—not the fight that broke out my first day... by Ann Lee Miller | Jul 1, 2016 | Blog, Coconut Grove FL, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat, New Smyrna Beach FL, Stuart FL
I stood in a slice of sun and dust motes coming through a gap in the storage barn while Dad rooted through our pre-boat life. Dad barked at me to help him look for the box labeled “memorabilia.” He hunted the April, 1953 Athletic Journal that contained a four-page... by Ann Lee Miller | May 27, 2016 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Stuart FL
Swimming Records caught my eye as I thumbed through the fat Almanac of World Records and I slapped my palm down on the page. Jane’s pencil stopped on the sheet of loose leaf where she’d been scratching out an essay on the Boston Tea Party—her quirky anachronistic... by Ann Lee Miller | May 20, 2016 | Blog, Coconut Grove FL, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat, Stuart FL
The sun sank into Southeast Florida in the balmy butt-crack of winter. I’d just turned fourteen and this was my eighth move—a VW van, a sailboat, and six houses. I glanced out the picture window of our cement block cracker box at R.J. and the neighbor kids riding... by Ann Lee Miller | Nov 14, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Stuart FL
I pedaled faster, away from my stepfather’s El Patio Restaurant, darting a glance over my shoulder. My fingers clenched the money pouch with three hundred and six dollars against the handle bar. Two p.m. sun cooked my scalp and shoulders. I pumped harder, my progress... by Ann Lee Miller | Nov 7, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Stuart FL
Swimming Records caught my eye as I thumbed through the fat almanac of world records and I slapped my palm down on the page. Jane Miller’s pencil stopped on the sheet of loose leaf where she’d been scratching out an essay on the Boston Tea Party—her quirky...