Author: Leslie F. Miller

I haven’t seen myself naked in 13 years. I exaggerate. It’s only been about three years since I took a gander at my own naked reflection. When I emerge from…

I’m not a hoarder. I’m a saver. Hoarders take in all the cats. They hold onto all the magazines and newspapers and mail. Savers keep the things with sentimental value.…

This open letter was rejected by McSweeney's. Only the best rejections for me.   Dear Lady Who Reserved Twelve Feet of Beachfront Property by Placing Two Chairs Ten Feet Apart,  …

 “Everyone’s special, Dash.”“Which is another way of saying no one is.”—Dash and Elastigirl, The Incredibles  “And when everyone’s super, no one will be.”—Syndrome, The IncrediblesOnce in a rare while, my mother…

Every year, we hem and haw over whether we’re getting a Christmas tree: the expense, the work, the time, the mess—it’s all a hassle. Yet every year, we get The…

What follows is an incomplete and sometimes incoherent list of things I'm grateful for right now, in my post-eggnog cheesecake stupor.Art—Paintings, sculpture, architecture, design, photography, music, theater, poetry: I can't…

My breasts are too big.  Professionals from the age of 11, they skipped their training and went right to the C cup. When I flash on growing up with my…

The function of your organs is not dependant upon a Picasso centered above the sofa. You will, indeed, breathe without a bound set of pages filled with well-constructed lines of…