Wendy A Miller - Wendy A Miller

Welcome.

Wendy A. Miller lives in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon. Her essay, “Mom Conquers Volcano,” appeared in Luck and Opportunity, an anthology of short stories published by The Personal Story Publishing Project and read in their 6-Minute Stories Podcast. Her writing has been in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, and Grown and Flown, where her essay ranked 14 in their “Parent Best Posts of 2020.” When she is not writing, she enjoys climbing volcanoes and scoring birdies and pars. To read more of her essays go to www.wendyamiller.com.

Welcome.

Wendy A. Miller lives in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon. Her essay, “Mom Conquers Volcano,” appeared in Luck and Opportunity, an anthology of short stories published by The Personal Story Publishing Project and read in their 6-Minute Stories podcast. Her writing has been in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, and Grown and Flown, where her essay ranked 14 in their “Parent Best Posts of 2020.” When she is not writing, she enjoys climbing volcanoes and scoring birdies and pars. To read more of her essays go to www.wendyamiller.com.

Publications

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

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

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…

#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

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

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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