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Articles Tagged “Kathy Miele”

  • You Can’t Eat That

    By Kathy Miele I walked into the house, my arms filled with grocery bags. “Can you guys go out to the car and bring the rest of the groceries in?” I asked as I walked…

  • The Card is in the Mail

    By Kathy Miele I was hunched over the coffee table with my address book in front of me, frantically scribbling names and addresses on envelopes, when Steven walked into the room. “What are you up…

  • Loudest Cricket Ever

    By Kathy Miele No matter where you stood in the house you could hear the shrill call of the cricket. My son Alex and I met at the top of the basement stairs both of…

  • Dreaming of What Could Happen with Imaginary Money

    By Kathy Miele I grabbed my purse and headed for the front door. “We’re out of milk,” I called. “I’m running to the store. Do we need anything else?” “Can you get some dessert?” my…

  • Gardening Talisman

    By Kathy Miele I was poking around in the garage when I noticed an old wooden box tucked in the back of a shelf almost hidden by one of the boy’s old baseball bags.  As…

  • Who’s Manning the Grill?

    By Kathy Miele It was after dinner and my son Alex and I were taking a walk around the neighborhood. We didn’t have to go far before the fragrance of our neighbors’ grill seemed to…

  • Gaming Obsession

    By Kathy Miele When my son Max was just a toddler, he played Sesame Street educational videos. As far as I was concerned, it was a fun way for him to learn his letters and…

  • Not A Gardener

    By Kathy Miele I came walking up my driveway dragging a shovel, rake and an old spackle bucket. I dropped them by the garage door then opened a bottle of water and began guzzling it.…

  • Talking About Stuff

    By Kathy Miele I was busy working on my computer when Steven walked through the room. He hesitated for a second then said, “I forgot to tell you, Nancy called.” “When did she call?” I…

  • A Friend Denied

    By Kathy Miele I walked into my son Alex’s room and saw that he was on his computer. “Can I ask you for a favor?” I asked. “Sure,” he said, never taking his eyes off his…