DeEtta Miller
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Found my "Voice" as a college student of forty-seven. Once a memoir was written, fiction, poetry and non-fiction became my passions.
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The Garden Variety Girl
To capture a memory, one must go back in time, whether they like it or not. This one, I do not… The year is vague, the episode of my life is clear, as if frozen in time. To opt to relive past pain may seem foolish if not necessary, but to visit the shadows of one’s life can perhaps help to better understand the why, and how of humanity. I am still in the “head scratching” phase of this quest.
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Humans
The Embers of Love
It’s Sunday, March 19, 1972. March came in “like a lion,” so there is plenty of dirty and compacted snow filling my open backed heels as he gently escorts me down the slippery ramp where his car has sat these last four hours. Normally I wear classic white pleather “go-go” boots, a mini skirt and false eyelashes. The standard uniform for cocktail waitresses at the Cascade Nine Night Club on Hennepin Avenue, in Minneapolis. A little too “disco” for a first date…
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Humans
It Was All Downhill From There....
Imagine, if you can, it’s 1969. I’m a physically and emotionally, perky young girl of nineteen. I’ve just been invited by my best girlfriend and her older sister, to go skiing! Oh, yea! I’m between boyfriends, so bored, lonely and again, nineteen…
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Confessions
Sally's Diner
March came “in like a lion,” so there is plenty of dirty and compacted snow filling my open backed heels as he gently escorts me down the slippery ramp to his car. Normally I wear tall white pleather “go-go” boots, a mini skirt, and false eyelashes. The standard uniform for cocktail waitresses on the night club strip in downtown. But tonight, a little too “disco” for a first date…
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Humans
"Just Leave It In The Box!"
My husband went to college for accounting. So, I learned the meaning of the rhyme, dog name sounding, accounting term LIFO FIFO early in our marriage. It simply means “Last In, First Out.” The revised version for his wife: “If you bring something into the house, take something out of the house.” A Hoarder, he is not.
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Humans
I Thought She Was A Witch
Dear Daughters, Grand Daughters, and my global sisters: I want to share with you the life of one of the bravest, strongest women I have had the gift of knowing. My beloved grandmother. Life was never easy for the young girl who left the family farm to spare her family the shame of giving birth to an “illegitimate” son. That was the cruel label of her era. It is appalling to even write that word, in my efforts to tell you of her journey. Grandmother’s life in “the city” would soon include my future grandfather. Even in the presence of his little grandchildren, he would remind her what a “big favor” he had done by marrying her. One can only wonder if their life story was founded on love or gratitude?
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Families
Solitude By Design
My husband went to college for accounting. So, I learned the meaning of the rhyme, dog name sounding, accounting term LIFO FIFO early in our marriage. It simply means “Last In, First Out.” The revised version for his wife: “If you bring something into the house, take something out of the house.” A Hoarder, he is not.
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Motivation
We Girls Have To Stick Together
I was sure I would recognize her when I saw her. Philip has a “type.” I already know her name is Bridget. She also described herself in great detail on the phone, which made me even more agitated than I was before we made our lunch date. We didn’t do the usual “you’ll know me by the white carnation” crap. She just said, “I’ll be the one who’s eight months pregnant.” That should be easy enough to spot. Especially in an out of the way truck stop diner. This greasy spoon would not have been my first choice for our meeting, but I couldn’t risk being spotted by anyone who knew my husband, or by my husband for that matter.
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Humans
