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Articles Tagged “Kathy Miele”

  • Second Dinner

    By Kathy Miele The sun, streaming into my bedroom window, was what woke me that weekend morning. I stretched and yawned then hopped out of bed to look out the window. Yup, it was going…

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    Living With Antiques

    Kathy Miele I walked into the kitchen and dropped my keys on the counter. “Well, that was depressing!” I said to Steven as I opened the fridge and reached for a bottle of water. “What…

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    Sing Loud, Sing Proud

    By Kathy Miele I had just finished an afternoon of errand running and as I dropped the bags on the kitchen counter I looked over at my husband Steven, “Well, I had an interesting moment…

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    Poker Face

    By Kathy Miele I had a big smile on my face. “I’ll raise you two red chips,” I said as I tossed my two chips on the pile. We’d already gone around a few times…

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    The Year Of Samples

    By Kathy Miele I was on one of my marathon phone calls with my sister, Liz where we talk about everything and anything. While I was chatting with her I was wandering around my house…

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    Attic Nirvana

    By Kathy Miele “Remind me again why we’re up here,” my son Alex said while he was standing in our attic, shivering under a bare light bulb. “Because this is the perfect time to organize…

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    Healthy Holiday

    by Kathy Miele My husband, Steven walked into our living room where I was busy wrapping presents. “Did I just hear you cough?” he asked. “I don’t think so,” I said, but immediately felt that…

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    My Many Holiday Lists

    By Kathy Miele I was sitting at the dining room table surrounded by papers when my husband, Steven, came into the room. “What are you working on?” he asked. “All my holiday lists,” I said…

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    Guilt Food Sunday

    By Kathy Miele MY SON ALEX came wandering into the kitchen wiping the sleep from his eyes. It was three in the afternoon. “Do I smell sausages?” he asked. “Good afternoon!” my husband Steven and…