J.B. Miller
Wife, Mother, student, writer and so much more. Life is my passion, writing is my addiction. You can find me on Linkedin at https://www.linkedin.com/in/brandy28655/
It’s in Every Smile You Give Me
I have lived in trailers and fancy houses, been from one end of this world to the other. But nothing warms my heart or brings me closer,
J.B. MillerPublished about a month ago in Poets
3 Steps to Good Parenting
No matter how many how-to books are published, there is no actual guidebook to being a good parent. So in this article, I'm going to share three simple things that are part of what makes a good parent, well, good.
J.B. MillerPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesLament of Age
I didn't want to get up today, but the alarm rang anyway. I thought you were my friend Alexa? But you still betrayed me in this way.
J.B. MillerPublished 2 months ago in Poets
It's Not a Real Job
Traditionally, women did not work outside the home. Wives took care of the children and home. The men would go out to their offices or manual labour and slave away at their 40 hour weeks. Well, that's how suburbian life is portrayed in the movies. The reality of it all is drastically different. There are no 'normal' these days. People work from home, abroad, or where ever they can pick up a job. I'm working right now, writing this article. The point is, there is no right or wrong in how we do our jobs.
J.B. MillerPublished 2 months ago in Journal
Why You Can Never Go Home
It was November of 1999 when I left home. I was twenty-two and ready to begin my adventure. My family was split in the way they felt. It was in the early days of the internet, and I had met my now husband online in a chat room called Hyperchat UK.
J.B. MillerPublished 3 months ago in Families
I Died Today
I first heard that poem when I was fifteen years old. I sat in drivers ed, watching a video of car crashes as the poem was read in the background. Our instructors showed that clip to every student on the first day of drivers education in the hope of saving a single life.
J.B. MillerPublished 3 months ago in Humans
Parenting Gone Wrong
He's eighteen, so technically an adult. But, mentally, he's still a child, my man-child. Like most boys his age, he is obsessed with the x-box. Most days, I can ignore the screaming at the TV when the wi-fi drops, but today was too much.
J.B. MillerPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesMy Mother Threw Me Away
I was born in February of 1977. My mother had just turned seventeen years old and had no desire to settle down and be a parent. She was a wild child and liked to have a good time. Responsibility wasn't one of her virtues. Don't get me wrong, she was well-loved, and was one of those people that others said, would, 'Give you the shirt off their backs.' However, she had zero maternal instincts and didn't want any. Not as far as I was concerned anyway.
J.B. MillerPublished 3 months ago in Humans
