It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. I parked the car and began walking down Main Street.

There was a white cottage to my right with a sign that read ‘Threads & Things.’ A few houses down I passed a purple two story Victorian style building that appeared to be a bed and breakfast. It had a wrap around porch with Adirondack chairs on the lawn.

There were two wom...

“This is crazy, nerve-racking and exciting at the same time. There are at least 100 other girls here auditioning for the role of Cinderella.”

“Across the room, I see one girl in her early 20s who appears to be deep in thought. Her hands are clasped and her eyes are closed as if she is really trying to concentrate. She actually looks the part of Cinderella with her blue frilly dress and her hair i...

Slowly, he walks toward the light. Not knowing why he or how he got there. It is cold and he is ready to leave the darkness behind....