by Ann Lee Miller | Jun 19, 2015 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
Sun winked off ice piled high as our T-shirt necks. Grins split our faces. Our knobby knees pumped full-tilt for the mound of “snow” the Canfields had scored at a Miami ice house, loaded into the back of a pickup, and dumped in the marina parking lot. The five of us... by Ann Lee Miller | Jun 12, 2015 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
I floated on my back in Biscayne Bay a few feet from the Annie Lee, trying to block out a lot of things I didn’t want to think about—the ten feet of water and blowfish beneath me; the Canfield kids, big-eyed in the front row of the Aristocats; the bundle of laundry on... by Ann Lee Miller | Aug 1, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
Photo by Gonzalo Barr Miami must sound more romantic from Ohio than it does when your skin is actually sizzling in Johnson’s Baby Oil under the South Florida sun. I glanced at my cousin Di who re-upped for a second stint on the Annie Lee this summer. She laid tanning... by Ann Lee Miller | Jul 25, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
I shoved my dollar and twenty-five cents deeper into my pocket and piled out of the backseat, R.J. right behind me. I had to work to keep my face from smiling. It didn’t pay to smile around Dad. He’d find a way to squash happy like a mosquito. Dad slammed the door of... by Ann Lee Miller | Jul 18, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
Sign up to get my blogs in your e-mail at right! Type your e-mail address in the box, then click on “Subscribe.” Station wagons puttered past me, hauling my classmates from St. Hugh’s. I scuffed my saddle shoes along the sandy berm of Charles Street, the... by Ann Lee Miller | Jul 11, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
A rubber band nicked my arm between my elbow and my St. Hugh’s uniform sleeve and fell to the floor beside my desk. I turned around and shot a glare at Harry Ferguson, but he and the rest of the class stared, slack-jawed over my shoulder. I twisted forward in time to...