Kitchen Cabinet

The Biography of a Blind Beagle “Winnie, where are you going?” This is a question that rings throughout my house at least twice a day as my dog wanders aimlessly around. What began as my little old beagle staring up at the bright lights in our kitchen ceiling as if there was something more fascinating up there than just small glowing light bulbs, led our sweet rescue to be diagnosed with Sudden Acquired Retinal Degeneration Syndrome, also known as S.A.R.D.S., less than a week after the…

looked like it still hadn't dried yet. He shook his head and made his way out the bedroom door and to the kitchen. His left forearm was aching with pain. He pulled up his pajama sleeve and turned his arm over. He saw a huge gash on his forearm. About an inch to the right, he would have died. “Ah, Zaroff got me good,” He said out loud to himself with a little snicker.Rainsford looked out of the kitchen window and saw the hounds lying by the puddle of thick, red blood on the ground. They looked…

Dumas says “I’ve heard, she might meet an immigrant or two, who knows, she just might have to make some room in her spice cabinet.” Dumas refers to the different ethnics as spices we can add to our spice cabinet. The American culture is characterized by specific foods that help us demonstrate or celebrate important values in the American culture. An important tradition America celebrates is Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving…

at the speed of a bullet. At that moment my heart was racing. My mind is telling me to crack the door open but my body said no. I went with my gut and I peeked my head out the glass door, only to find the cellar door wide open. I ran back to the kitchen to quickly get a flashlight. The voice in my head told me to go investigate, I quietly walked down the stairs, step by step. As I crept up to the cellar…

Throughout history authors have reflected the issues of society through their work. Kate Chopin, Charlotte Gilman, and Susan Glaspell are three such authors who address the oppressive nature of men and confines of marriage in their classic short stories. One similarity this collection of authors have in common is the time period in which they live(late nineteenth century to early twentieth century). It is important to understand the lack of women's rights and what was expected of a wife…

was just in a bad mood. Why don’t we just try to act nicer to her? I’m sure she’ll open up to us.” Angel laid in silence, and after what seems like an eternity, she gave a soft nod. After school, we were on our very best behavior. We cleaned the kitchen. We scrubbed the bathroom. We even made aunt Clara some cookies that mother taught us how to do a few years ago. When aunt Clara came home, she showed no signs of approval. Even if we accomplished everything that she had ever told us to do,…

and get to know what they like. This would keep them coming back for more products. This leads me to my next topic that requires patience, the product itself. This is the main reason a carpenter needs patience. I know from experience that making cabinets, or any other type of furniture, can become exhausting or aggravating. That is when they should slow down, breathe, and focus, and think about what they are doing and how they need to do it. This is a trait that divides the good carpenters from…

was six years old.” It was an ordinary Sunday afternoon and Sandra dredded the slow decline of the sunset for it would mean she would not see her mother until next Sunday. After a day of relaxing and chores, the groceries covered every inch of the kitchen counter; enough for a week. Her older sister diligently nods her head in confirmation as her mother’s arms move in circles as if they were communicating in a secret code only the two of them understood. It was the weekly routine of instructions…

corner by the door. I sit down at my desk, and turn to page 37 in my textbook. I begin reading about the Aztecs, but it doesn’t stick. I close my textbook, and go downstairs to the kitchen. I struggle trying to find where the snacks are, but finally find them in the 2nd cabinet. In my old house, they were in the top cabinet, but I guess I’ll just have to get used to it. I grab a bowl of chips, and sit at the island staring at the surrounding walls. It’s all so foreign. When will this house feel…

I look down at my stomach to see (Y/N)'S ___________,___________ (Positive hair descriptive) (Hair color) on my stomach. She held on tight around me, I tried to keep slow so it wouldn't make her nervous. I look down and observe her, her hair was in beautiful, soft looking swirls on my stomach and hanging off on my side. I shifted over to my right, to the end of the couch so she could have more room. "Shh...It's okay." She reinsured me, while pulling me closer. I felt her warm hug against my…