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Wendy A. Miller lives in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon, with her family. She rediscovered her passion for writing during the pandemic year of 2020. Her work appeared in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, and Grown and Flown where her essay was ranked 14 in their “Parents Best Posts of 2020.” She earned an M.S. in Communications, and once upon a time, she worked for a public relations firm. When she is not writing, she enjoys climbing volcanoes and scoring birdies and pars.

 

Welcome.

Wendy A. Miller lives in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon, with her family. She rediscovered her passion for writing during the pandemic year of 2020. Her work appeared in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, and Grown and Flown where her essay was ranked 14 in their “Parents Best Posts of 2020.” She earned an M.S. in Communications, and once upon a time, she worked for a public relations firm. When she is not writing, she enjoys climbing volcanoes and scoring birdies and pars.

Publications

Living in the Eye of the Storm

Living in the Eye of the Storm

Wearing an oversized floral top, you sit on an exam table, swinging your legs off the end when the doctor enters the room. She greets you and then probes your left breast.
Our Family Voted Together

Our Family Voted Together

It is Sunday afternoon. A football game hums on the television, providing some sense of normalcy. My son, who should be away at college, wanders into the kitchen from his upstairs lair. His
My Son’s College Dealt a Crushing Blow…

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.
Personal Essay: The Mountains We Climb

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; Now He Knows He Is

My Son Didn’t Think He Was Ready for College; Now He Knows He Is

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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