by Ann Lee Miller | Jul 28, 2017 | Blog, Florida Southern College, Just The Facts Fridays
I sat on the edge of Mom’s bed, staring, not at her, but at the palm frond that had drooped and dried over a picture frame—left over from last Palm Sunday. I focused back on Mom’s brown eyes—that held half the hazel of my own—sucked in a breath for courage. “I want to... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Jul 21, 2017 | Blog, Florida Southern College, Just The Facts Fridays
I headed across the hall toward my R.A.’s room to thank her for the post-it note wishing me well on my media writing test. But when I leaned through her doorway, instead of Judy Rock’s perky smile, I came face to face with Jesus Christ. Or rather, an artist’s... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Jul 14, 2017 | Blog, Florida Southern College, Just The Facts Fridays
I didn’t belong here in this hazy rented hall that smelled of hops and hairspray and heated bodies. The knowing started in my sternum and crawled outward. I crammed it back into the corner where I kept God at times like this. The ƩAEs and a cadre of coeds danced to... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Jun 30, 2017 | Blog, Florida Southern College, Just The Facts Fridays
I stared at the bulletin board outside the mail room, heart racing. A flush picked its way across my skin. I peeked down at the letter, its familiar script pulsing with possibility in my palm. Students jockeyed around me. He really had written. The words Student... 
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...
