by Ann Lee Miller | Apr 21, 2017 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, New Smyrna Beach FL
Mike Zwicker, covered in golf-course grime from his summer job, stood under the eaves of the New Smyrna Beach rec center chatting with me, making no move to commandeer his ornery little brother, Steve, into the car. Warm rain bucketed down beside us, misting my skin,... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Apr 24, 2015 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays
Mike Zwicker, covered in golf-course grime from his summer job, stood under the eaves of the New Smyrna Beach rec center chatting with me, making no move to commandeer his ornery little brother, Steve, into the car. Warm rain bucketed down beside us, misting my skin,... 
by Ann Lee Miller | Apr 10, 2015 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays
I jerked upright out of a sound sleep. My newly broken ankle squawked in complaint. I peered at the sliver of streetlight slitting through the window and stilled my breath. Nothing. Well, nothing but the sound of Ralph sawing sequoia-sized logs in the next room. I...
