... the American dream. Rags to riches, triumphant, what could be better? However, ominously, Cinderella, has a darker side. How do I tell Blair about Cinderella’s fatal flaws? For, despite, the picture perfect image, and despite the advancing years, Cinderella, is still as codependent as ever. In fact, the sin of Cinderella is her ongoing, untreated codependency. Where has Cinderella been this past decade? Why has she been in denial while the rest of America worked on its’ inner child, adult child and dysfunctional family issues? It’s clear she’s missed John Bradshaw’s series, "The Family." Obviously, she hasn’t boned up on codependency ...
... breath and examined the HIV infected cells in the tubes. There was no HIV virus in them. Triumphant cries filled the room. Everybody was extremely satisfied with the results, especially I. I was shouting: “I made it! I really made it!” That was only the first test and was followed by a series of painstaking animal and human experiments. Fortunately all of them proved successful. The agent I discovered was an antidote to HIV-the virus that causes AIDS. It was called DAA- Dessy AIDS Antidote and blocked the reproduction of HIV in human cells. Thus it was the most effective drug ever synthesized. It would defeat the scourge of 20th century- AIDS. DAA wo ...
... they'd failed. He had been around long enough to know when he was beat. "No respect. Where's the respect?" Scampi circled the tree in a haze of anger, his tiny legs beating furiously on the grass. The beagle could never quite get over a loss. Mustard lay his head on the ground and watched the passage of time on the street while Scampi vented. Soon, Roy the Basset and his owner walked by. Mustard nodded hello. "Who's that?" Roy asked, looking in the tree. "Dunno. New in town." "Which house?" "No house." "Freeloader, hm? Give him one from me." Roy's owner shushed him. Poor guy. Owner was one of those uppity types who had to have everything perfect. Mustard ro ...
... Our dresses are brightly colored and extremely detailed, as that was the movement in fashion of our time. These things are very expensive and only royalty such as ourselves can afford such a luxury. LAUREN: Say, do you know what's for dinner tonight? JADIE: Silly girl! Its what we have every night in the castle Ingvey, Everything! A feast of huge proportions. Bread, cheese, meat, fish, vegetables… all made fresh by the peasants this morning. Yes, what a glorious time to live. LAUREN: And you people (looking at the class) would you care to join us in our feast? THE PEASANTS LIFE: BEEF: This is what most of the people in the renaissance l ...
... the guys, since we live together, but, even though we are so close, we usually eat only with our boyfriends. Although this is true, it was still I comfortable, fun atmosphere where we could joke around. It was not necessary for my friends' boyfriends to show up to this party, but, it seemed that they were mere accompaniment to my friends. On this night, we all changed out of our class gear of old, comfortable t-shirts and dirty, blue jeans, and wore the best of our casual clothing. For me that meant my tight black pants, light purple, cashmere sweater, and black loafers. This was clearly an occasion that was special and fun, but, not extremely special. Not every ...
... a new set of kitchen cabinets in an old house. Well, she decided that I needed to do the same thing because it was a very simple and non time consuming project. She said that Bob did it in thirty minutes and so could I. She took me to "Home Depot" in Orange Park and picked out her new kitchen cabinets. I was a little unsure about this kitchen cabinet thing, but the salesman assured us that the entire project would be a "turn key" installation. The salesman asked me if I wanted them to deliver the materials. I declined his offer because I could do it myself and save money. So, I waited for a nice clear day to go back to pick up everything. I was using an ...
... feared whirlpool of depression, which at any given time can pull me under and swallow me alive. While in the river, which I call life, I have to be in control at all times; I must quickly steer and paddle away from the massive rocks and devouring waves. When travelling along a rough river, it is essential that the rafter be a quick thinker, and only the experienced rafter can outwit the many perils that lie ahead. Sure, I am apt to make mistakes, I can only imagine how many times waves have knocked my raft over while learning; I can only imagine how many rocks my raft has crashed into when I did not recieve a top mark; I can only imagine how many dreadful ti ...
... sun was bright and traffic was light, we blasted the radio on and enjoyed the scenery. Winder is a pretty small town. It has two stoplights and a little strip mall, which is considered to be their downtown area. My uncle lives further out in the countryside but in order for us to get to his house, we had to go through town. We had just passed the city limit sign for Winder and got on to a two- way road. Joe and I were talking about who would be at the picnic and some other non-serious subjects on our minds. There was another car in front of us. It was going about 25 miles per hour at a 45 mile per hour zone. I was impatient that the car in front of us wa ...
... a slow, deep breath between pursed lips and held it, as if I had a cigarette. First I remembered the smoke warm and biting; then I remembered it menthol-cool. Where the second person came from, I'm not certain. I was surprised to hear Howard's voice, strong and clear from across the driveway. "I know you, Roy Best," he said. "I know about you and Mary. You want to take her away from me." Roy was a short man who walked with the help of a cane. I'd seen him during the afternoon, sitting in the lounge, talking to the prettiest woman in Pine Vale. "You never even talk to her," Roy said. "Not once in all the years we've been here." "I--I will. ...
... same location with his father as a boy. There were more birds then, he thought, and more trees. The Elder walked a few steps to a creek to wash his hands. A very faint metallic odour met him as he bent down, but he did not notice it as his nose had long become insensitive. The Elder shook his hands dry and glanced up at the position of the sun. It was high overhead, indicating noontime. He sighed, knowing that in a couple of hours his son would bring his family from Toronto to visit him. He did not like his son very much, but he put up with the annual visits for the sake of the grandchildren: he was their only link to their heritage. For one month a ye ...
