All articles filed in Reflection

I’ve saved prayer cards of those who have completed their journeys upon this earth.  And while I was cleaning out some boxes in my apartment – essentially “spring cleaning” – I came across my mother’s prayer card. Paula Lillian Bragg, eventually Miller, and finally Bailey, would have turned 73 today. What can I say about…

For all the times I’ve watched the circus, I’ve enjoyed a feeling of epic wonder throughout all the performances.  For one great price, I saw trapeze artists, tightrope walkers, lion tamers, clowns, and – if you’ve been to the Ringling Brothers Barnum & Bailey Circus – the parade of elephants.  Elephants that could stand on…

Any time I get an e-mail that says “Chuck Miller – personal,” I automatically associate it with someone trying to either sell me something or to try to swindle me out of something.  You know, Nigerian princes and the like. This time, it was different.  And it brought back memories that I had hoped were…

I have absolutely no idea why people delight in asking me these types of questions. Let’s start with the basics and the history. I was born into, for all that it means, a family with two religions.  My father and his side of the family were Jewish (Conservative Jew, to be more precise); my mother…

So yesterday I found out that a photo contest I entered last year – the Soho Photo “Krappy Kamera” competition – came through with none of my pictures getting accepted into the show. I mean, it shouldn’t bother me.  I’ve battled through things like the Altamont Curse in my photographic journey.  I’ve challenged what I…

Sunday morning.  I’m in Windsor, Ontario.  I have a long drive home.  At least a good 9 1/2 hours, if I don’t stop for eats or fuel.  And I’ll need to stop for eats and fuel. It’s chilly and bleak along the 401, Ontario’s long provincial highway.  There’s a few gas stations here and there,…

It’s astounding how some things will remind you of other things.  Just a flash, an instantaneous moment in time, can make you recall something that you had buried deep in your mental vault, so deep that you hoped it would never resurface. And that’s what happened to me the other day. It’s last Thursday, and…

I’m looking up at the sky.  How many stars can I see in the night?  Dozens?  Hundreds?  A thousand upon a thousand? And if every star in the sky were the dim tears of an angel’s cries… the thought that another young soul would lose their only chance to live a full and complete life,…