The Diet_Lucy's Resolutions_The Price of Success_A Funeral in the Family.
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The Diet
The aroma of puff pastry, kalamata olives, tomatoes, and feta wafts from the appetizer the waitress has just set in the middle of the table. I hewww.onedoor.ccar my client Cindy marvel, “I swear, this is manna made in heaven,” as she savors a bite of the Mediterranean Pinwheels she and her husband are sharing. They’re enjoying the warm May evening at Brass Tacks, so I hate to interrupt them, but as Cindy’s nutritionist, I must. As I stride towards them, Cindy pauses mid-forkful, looks at me with daggers in her blue eyes, and says, “Sara, I told you I don’t want you doing this anymore.”I tell the couple t...
Lucy's Resolutions
Lucy’s New Year's Resolutions1) Eat Healthily: I’ve really let myself go since breaking up with Marcus. Eighteen years, we’d been together and splitting up has been hard. Didn’t help my self-esteem that he’d left me for his blonde-bimbo of a twenty-something secretary. I’m only thirty eight!Somehow, local takeaways recognise me just by the sound of my voice. And they know what I’m going to order. When did that happen? I’ve got a loyalty card off two of them for Christmas, too. I’ve saved Just-Eat and Deliveroo to my Favourites…but hasn’t everyone? Bless her, but kindly Mrs Merton, the elderl...
The Price of Success
The Price of SuccessAct 1:John was a young man with a dream of making a difference in the world. Growing up in a low-income neighborhood, he had seen firsthand the struggles that people faced when it came to finding affordable, safe housing. He was determined to change that. He was convinced that his ideas for sustainable housing would change the lives of people in need. His passion for architecture and design was palpable as he poured all of his energy into his plans and designs. He spent countless hours researching and developing innovative solutions for affordable, eco-friendly housing. He ...
A Funeral in the Family.
Crash! From the impending clouds, a massive blast of lightning cast a flash of brief, white light over the graveyard. Very dramatic, bit unnecessary. Marnie stood there and quivered. Maybe it was prophetic. Marnie had been doing her usual morning routine chores, with a chirpy heart. She woke up, the sun rose, she welcomed the day, and thanked the Lord for blessings. Marnie was always the one with the savior mentality, relied on for being calm and supportive. Then the old-fashioned landline had rung. Who was this? The telephone??? A long lost relative, with the traditional opening line. "What I...