Tag: family
member name: Charli Mills
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February 13, 2008 01:07 AM EST --
Love abounds. It flows on the crisp air of winter or the steamy heat of summer. It knows no limits. I have often thought it strange that some people do not like Valentine's Day. How can you not like . . . more
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January 02, 2008 12:14 AM EST --
Before I tell you about the turkey, let's back up to the sirens. Sirens in Minnesota can vary in meaning. I am not talking about ambulances or squad cars, for those of you living outside the . . . more
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January 25, 2008 11:23 PM EST --
Trying to figure out the street numbering in St. Peter, MN, led Bug and I to unexpected discoveries. First we stumbled upon Minnesota's first Asylum for the Insane, then a co-op. Next we discovered . . . more
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January 30, 2008 01:39 PM EST --
Do you believe in love at first sight? And I don't mean with a person, I mean an idea--a passionate, exciting, life-challenging thrill of an idea. I want to be a dog musher. I am in an acute state . . . more
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February 08, 2008 01:01 AM EST --
SNOW DUST (in the Photo)
Snow dust
Skips lane to lane
As tires kick the road
You scuttle away so quickly
Vapors
THE TRUE STORY (of the Photo)
Mother!
Don't drive and shoot- . . . more
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March 16, 2008 06:31 PM EDT --
Are you ready to venture beyond the contemporary kool-aid colors of commercial dyes for Easter eggs? Then grab some blueberries, beets and spices for "greener" application as you learn the simple . . . more
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January 03, 2008 08:54 PM EST --
All I knew growing up was that my mom liked to steal them. Apricots. She grew up in San Benito County, CA stealing green apricots from the orchards near her home. She had grand tummy-aches from them, . . . more
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December 13, 2007 10:18 AM EST --
First published in the Mix, September 2007.
The smell of cedar pencils rouses many memories for me: running fast after boys on the playground, listening to Mrs. Couch read aloud the story of Bambi’s . . . more
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May 16, 2006 10:03 PM EDT --
Before I tell you about the turkey, let's back up to the sirens. Sirens in Minnesota can vary in meaning. I am not talking about ambulances or squad cars, for those of you living outside the Midwest. . . . more
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December 13, 2007 09:49 AM EST --
Weekend Warrior
I’m greeted with kisses at the gate each evening I come home from work. The gate is not to a white picket fence or a rustic ranch; it’s the one my husband constructed . . . more
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