Kathleen Clary Miller

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Kathleen Clary Miller

Kathleen Clary Miller is the author of three books available on Amazon.com at https://www.amazon.com/author/millerkathleenclary: The Man In My Mailbox; Gone Fishing—My New Life In The Last Best Place; and When Forgetting Is A Gift—Placing My Father In an Alzheimer’s Facility; Visit Kathleen Clary Miller’s blog to read other stories: http://kcmillersoutpost.blogspot.com/. Miller is also the author of 300 columns and stories that have appeared in such publications as Newsweek Magazine, The Chicago Tribune, The Baltimore Sun, The Hartford Courant, The Los Angeles Times, The Pasadena Star-News, The Orange County Register, Orange Coast Magazine, Missoula Living Magazine, Flathead Living Magazine, The Johns Hopkins Memory Bulletin, and The Christian Science Monitor. For two years, she was a regular columnist for The Missoulian. Her column “High on the Wild” appears quarterly in the Pines Literary Journal and her column “Peaks and Valleys” appears monthly in Montana Woman Magazine. She has contributed to National Public Radio’s On Point. She lives in the woods of the Ninemile Valley, thirty miles west of Missoula, Montana.

Stories by Kathleen Clary Miller

Dear Diary, Friday, 12:05 P.M.: Siri just arrived at our house via FedEx. Since we live in the woods of Western Montana and husband, the technology...
My husband just came back from town, where he pre-ordered each of us an iPhone 5—emphasis on the number five, since neither one of us has owned...
Over twenty years ago, when my daughter Clary was in pre-school, the annual Parent Open House included a tour of her classroom. Displayed on the wall...
Catch and Release. I saw it on bumper stickers when I ventured into the KingFisher Fly Shop in Missoula, Montana to obtain my first fishing...
When my adult daughter Kate asked me would I teach her to fly fish in Montana, I jumped at the chance to enjoy a mother-daughter experience that was...
My 22-year old daughter and I perched on the end of her Ikea mattress while staring up at the wall-hanging: a framed map of the Paris Metro dated...
Recently my doctor suggested that a diminishing number of my white blood cells might signal a more serious condition; after eliminating all the usual...
When I was a small child, what my father always wanted was for me to dance with him. My mother was no dancer and so he would put a nickel in our very...
Until I turned seventeen and became aware that it wasn’t actually water I needed rescuing from, I, like every other Southern California born...
In the spring of my eighteenth year, my mother’s most ardent desire “before I die,” as she put it (she wasn’t ill, just...
My parents lived in the same Pasadena home on South San Rafael Avenue for forty-three years, just across the Colorado Bridge from the quintessential...
When my sixth grade teacher at Pasadena's Mayfield Junior School announced the theme for the 1962 annual Halloween parade, I cringed. The pain in...
I am making a statement tantamount to a terminal patient raising her hand in protest and announcing, “No more treatments!” Mine is not...
When the conversation turns to “If you could be anyone, who would you be?” my response is “John Madden.”  Male heads...
You would have to be locked behind bars and in solitary confinement to have not heard about or seen the latest television commercial for the iPhone...