Tag: 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 Card is in the Mail

By Kathy Miele I was hunched over the coffee table with my address book in front of me, frantically ...

Loudest Cricket Ever

By Kathy Miele No matter where you stood in the house you could hear the shrill call of the cricket....

Dreaming of What Could Happen ...

By Kathy Miele I grabbed my purse and headed for the front door. “We’re out of milk,” I called...

Gardening Talisman

By Kathy Miele I was poking around in the garage when I noticed an old wooden box tucked in the back...

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....

Gaming Obsession

By Kathy Miele When my son Max was just a toddler, he played Sesame Street educational videos. As fa...

Not A Gardener

By Kathy Miele I came walking up my driveway dragging a shovel, rake and an old spackle bucket. I dr...

Talking About Stuff

By Kathy Miele I was busy working on my computer when Steven walked through the room. He hesitated f...

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 ...