Columns
Miller: Hope for Ukraine, today
In all the years I have been a columnist, I have never come up empty when I sat down to write, but today was a ...
In all the years I have been a columnist, I have never come up empty when I sat down to write, but today was a ...
This morning’s cobwebs lingered as the dawn’s light slowly chased away the darkness. Thoughts began to take shape, and my mind turned to coffee. I ...
The sun glows through towering pines and frost sparkles as it quickly melts away. I sit in my trusty old car, pecking away as I ...
My piano sits in the front room like a toothless old woman grinning at me. The keys and interior have been removed and are in ...
Mike and I sat in Dr. Denney’s office waiting until our names were called like we were waiting for the guillotine. We knew it was ...
The sun peeks in on this chilly morning helping to warm my writing corner, and another Monday rolls around. The late, Karen Carpenter’s lyrics of ...
My computer screen is cold to my touch this morning, but my heart is oh so warm. On this chilly day I’ve completed the task ...
I’ve been sitting on hold for what undoubtedly is a world’s record, but I’ve put so much time in I hate to hang up. The ...
First thing this morning, my phone rang for a Facetime call. I didn’t worry about looking disheveled when I saw it was from my sweet ...
I sat at the piano playing scales, which I did not really enjoy. Who loves playing scales? I wanted to play the little songs in ...