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Spring 2012 - The Miller Way

on May 31, 2012

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Losing My Dad

My dad died unexpectedly on May 6 and I've struggled with that mightily. My dad ... he was somethin' else ... he drove me CRAZY almost all the time. But damn - he made me laugh, he made me think, and he made me a lot of who I am today. I've told many people on more than one occasion that "I do asshole very well" and there is no doubt that I get that from my father. He had a way of making you feel so comfortable but at the same time, when he left the room, you could just shake your head and think - what just happened here?? He paid attention. He listened. And he used his mind - sometimes too much - to rationalize a lot of things. He was a very, very smart man and even when he didn't try he was smarter than I. My father had a rule or saying for everything. He would tell me that "if a person's shoes squeaked, they aren't paid for" (I don't get it either). "Never trust a person with two first names." "Always trust when a dog

A Life Divided

My life is divided into two time frames - the life I had before my nephew died and the life I have now, after he's gone. His death completely changed me - I'm not sure for better or worse, but it changed me. I know that one thing it did do for certain is make me acutely aware of how quickly life can change; and it made me realize how little I'd been appreciating the life I'd been afforded before his death. I was the woman who never really wanted children until I met my husband. My roommate my freshman year in college would want to go to the park down the street from our dorm and watch the children play on the playground equipment - just because she loved hearing their giggles, she loved seeing them running and enjoying themselves. I couldn't imagine a worse way to spend my free time in college. Of course, her career path completely suits her now - a NICU flight nurse. Once I met my husband I couldn't wait to breed. I couldn't wait to create someone to love

An Open Letter to My Children

Today, on the prick of noon, Donald J. Trump was inaugurated as the 45th President of the United States. And I have struggled mightily with this idea since election results were finalized. In the back of my mind I have continued to have hope that something, someone, would come forward and be the voice of reason and keep the Electoral College's decision from becoming reality. For Andrew's 12th birthday (11/10), he asked for a Hillary Clinton win on Election Day (11/8). That was one of my proudest moments as a parent. But in the meantime, I've been working to ensure my children understand not only the importance of what's going on around us right now, but the notion that it's important to respect the Office of the President. Christopher and I have had to explain just what this transfer of power means to this country. We've had to explain what Donald Trump has threatened to do and that, because of the system of checks and balances, and because we have to have f

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