by Ann Lee Miller | Aug 20, 2018 | Blog, Dad, Just The Facts Fridays
On Loma Vista Street, my writing space started out on a desk my father-in-law had found in his Johnstown, Pennsylvania, alley and refinished. I pushed it up against a window in the corner of our bedroom in 2002 and wrote nearly every day, a lifetime of words finally... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Sep 8, 2017 | Ashland OH, Ashland University, Blog, Just The Facts Fridays
Jim trudged up the worn carpet steps of Fern’s, the Ashland, Ohio, boarding house where he lived while attending seminary. The steps creaked as he shrugged off his coat and the icy one a.m. air that clung to it. Downstairs, housemate Tom McConahay, his partner in... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Sep 1, 2017 | Ashland OH, Ashland University, Blog, Just The Facts Fridays
Good-bye Girl, was the name of the movie Jim and I watched on our first date—a moniker I could have worn myself. I’d strung the elastic string of a candy necklace with crushes, adding and subtracting infatuations on a weekly basis. My affections were sweet, shallow,... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Aug 25, 2017 | Ashland OH, Ashland University, Blog, Just The Facts Fridays
I marched, oblivious, through my first date with Jim as though it were no big deal—gritting my Florida-grown teeth against the frigid February First Ohio night. My fists jammed into the pockets of my coat. I trudged the ribbon of shoveled cement, snow glittering at... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Aug 18, 2017 | Ashland OH, Ashland University, Blog, Just The Facts Fridays
When I met the man who would own my heart forever, I thought something in me would stand up and cheer. But it didn’t happen that way. I sat Indian style on the floor of the packed living-dining room of the Alpha Theta House in September 1978 at Ashland College in... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Aug 11, 2017 | Ashland OH, Ashland University, Blog, Just The Facts Fridays
I looked up from the front desk of Amstutz Hall at the coeds and frat guys funneling through the glass doors into the glare of the lobby lights. The scents of bonfire and beer drifted toward me as I reached for the girls’ keys in the mailboxes behind me. They hovered...
