Rose Miller
I now know how insidious the isolation tactics are from an abuser. It’s all done to keep...
Journal
Dear Mom, You told me many times, “Everyone has baggage, we’re each born with a unique set...
I opened my eyes. The morning sun was just starting to break through the gray sky and...
I sat on my new leather couch, in my new living room, in my new apartment about...
Am I a bad ex-wife? Of course I am, I put boundaries in place. Boundaries that I...
I was pushed, pushed into pushing this shopping cart at the local community food pantry. And as...
It’s fall season again and the cool weather sprung upon us quickly without warning. It’s time to change the...
My name is Rose Miller, I say it because everyone will know my name. I remember sitting...
Father’s Day, for some it’s a day to remember. A day they look forward to, to celebrate the love they have for...
My day-to-day life is a three-ring circus and I was busy juggling 6 kids. My day is...
I’ll never forget my seventh-grade English teacher’s words: “You write so well, you have a way with...
Four years ago my oldest daughter, then nine year old, saw bears and balloons in the window...
I often sit and wonder what would have happened if my daughter wouldn’t have acted out in...
Every decision I had made in my life when discussed with others, gave conflicting advice which seems...
