Wendy A Miller - Wendy A Miller

Welcome.

I’m Wendy A. Miller, a nonfiction writer based in Oregon.

I write personal essays about family, friendship, resilience, and the moments that quietly reshape our lives. Whether I’m exploring an empty nest, recovering from breast cancer, climbing a volcano with friends, or finding meaning in everyday conversations, I’m drawn to stories that help us better understand ourselves and one another.

My work has appeared in The New York Times Tiny Love Stories, Under the Gum Tree, Literary Mama, Star 82 Review, Sweet Tree Review, Grown and Flown, and elsewhere.

When I’m away from the keyboard, you’ll usually find me hiking an Oregon trail, golfing with friends, or planning my next adventure with my husband.

Thanks for visiting. I hope you’ll settle in, read a few essays, and perhaps find a bit of your own story in mine.

Welcome.

I’m Wendy A. Miller, a nonfiction writer based in Oregon.

I write personal essays about family, friendship, resilience, and the moments that quietly reshape our lives.Whether I’m exploring an empty nest, recovering from breast cancer, climbing a volcano with friends, or finding meaning in everyday conversations, I’m drawn to stories that help us better understand ourselves and one another.

My work has appeared in The New York Times Tiny Love Stories, Under the Gum Tree, Literary Mama, Star 82 Review, Sweet Tree Review, Grown and Flown, and elsewhere.

When I’m away from the keyboard, you’ll usually find me hiking an Oregon trail, golfing with friends, or planning my next adventure with my husband.

Thanks for visiting. I hope you’ll settle in, read a few essays, and perhaps find a bit of your own story in mine.

Featured Essays-Start Here!

The Barbie Toy Stimulated My Imagination, and Made Me a Better Mom

I’m 50-something and saw the Barbie movie with my girlfriends in the first few days it came out. We dressed in pink and piled into the Barbie box to

Seconds Count

With my eyes half-closed and head tipped back, I relish the warm sun shining on my face through the car windshield. After a winter of drizzle and Covid, the first hint of spring fills my lungs with hope.

My Son’s College Dealt a Crushing Blow…

#14 ON GROWN AND FLOWN PARENTS' COUNTDOWN OF THE BEST POSTS OF 2020 I blame the purchase of the XL twin sheets for setting off the COVID bomb that blew up my son’s college plans.

Mom Conquers Volcano

An eruption of inner strength Across 40 years, a childhood experience and an opportunity with new friends are forged into appreciation and gratitude. Listen directly at RandellJones.com/6minutestories

Personal Essay: The Mountains We Climb

My mom had breast cancer when she was 53. She is now 78, walks most mornings in the mall, and has never had a reoccurrence. I am a worrier, so I assumed that I, too, would get breast cancer someday.

My Son Didn’t Think He Was Ready for College

A senior year is full of lasts. As my son started his, I told myself that I was going to absorb all the lasts this year like sunshine warming my face. I would shed some tears, but I didn’t want to grieve time passing.

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