enjoy these writings by Valerie Millar
by Valerie Millar It was a clear, cloudless night in the late summer evening of 1974. Our parents had gone out to dinner and our sister, had a date with her boyfriend, leaving my younger brother, 11 years old, and I, 14 years old, home alone. David, my brother, was in his bedroom and I …
by Valerie Millar It was Christmas morning slow and relaxed When my four-legged children Sandy and Max Began playing and sharing, with their toys, while I was throwing up on the floor. It wasn’t long before Sandy got both toys stuck in her mouth While Max sat quietly next to me on the couch. And …
by Valerie Millar It was week six, of a twelve-week course in February 1992 at the “Northeastern School of Ferriery.” With 27 students, only four of which were female, this journey became more than just an educational adventure for me, on this day it became a life or death reality. We unloaded from the modified …
