Personal Narrative: Creamy Sugar Cookies

Using specific memories from a family Christmas gathering, Rodriguez

Laci and Scott Peterson Christmas Eve will ever be the same again. A beautiful family was expecting their first child and the lives of the mother and child were removed permanently from the holiday festivities. Was it his affair that made him do it or was it the future responsibilities of fatherhood? Scott Peterson is a man of mental issues that was sentenced death for a double homicide of his wife and unborn child.

After the holidays and at the same time moving to a new place and all that come with it, all I want to do is to take a vacation or relax with a hot cup of brewed tea and something really easy to make to go along with it, lucky enough for me this week the Roses Alpha Bakers baking cookie 's this week. making these cookies was so easy and fast,I had a hard time to believe so I caught myself checking the recipe several times making sure i didn 't skip any ingredients or step. to make the cookies I used unbleached cake flour as substituted, and 3 different type of chocolate all by guittard; %63 and milk chocolate chip ,rose recommended for a melt in your mouth and to subtle the sweetness from the milk chocolate chip i add 100 gram of

Every Christmas Eve my family reunites with a platter of food, all the children wear the pajamas and we all bake Christmas cookies and watch a Christmas, usually animated since the toddlers are watching. An hour before midnight, we organize the journey that Maria and Jose experienced

Winter of 2008, Black History Month, and my third grade music teacher, announces, “Stand up if you would have been a victim of segregation,” following with, “Now, everyone look around.” February. The month of Rosa Parks, “I Had A Dream,” marches, and sit-ins. The month I had begun to despise greater each year. The month where I would be chosen to lead many readings and join classroom discussions, as if my being ‘black’ would provide some clarity that would enhance the learning experience for my fellow peers.

Every once in awhile a horrible situation occurs expecting the worst to happen when in reality something good comes out of it, such as the events in the Walls family in the Glass Castle by author Jeannette Walls. An event that would of turned terrible but went another direction was when Rex and Rose couldn’t buy christmas gifts for the kids (pg.39). During that period the Walls were pretty poor and couldn’t afford to get each other gifts during the holiday’s. The result of this could 've ended in sadness and disappointment, but to spare that Rose and Rex told the kids the truth where Santa wasn’t real. Telling the kids that Santa wasn’t real made them feel apart of a secret other kids didn’t know, which made them feel special.

Sugar Detox Results The 21-Day sugar has been growing in popularity recently. I had always been curious about trying it but hesitant of jumping on the wagon. I wasn’t quite sure if it was legitimate or a trend. Ever since I entered college, I lived a life of sitting in study halls and eating top ramen.

Everyone cheered and clapped as I blew out the candles. An enormous pile of presents of different sizes were place on a rectangular table. One by one, I open the gifts. Clothes, posters, shoes, etc. I thanked everyone and I thought on my mind, it wasn’t necessary to buy gifts for me.

You are Walter, at the end of act 2 scene 3. Willy, man, I still don’t know what to think. Willy… don’t let it be true, please… I just wanted to help my family, man. I trusted you with that money, my life. I just wanted my family to be happy, live in a big house like what those white people got, with a garden, and my son can go to any college he wants to, and even though I hate to say it, Bennie can’t be a doctor no more… all because of Willy.

It was December 25th, Christmas morning. Instead of waking up to my little brother’s excited smile, I was met with a face of sorrow and fear. Andrew told me he was scared and he did not know what to do and he heard Alex crying

It was a warm and windy morning in the month of June 2007. I was 7 years old and my family planned a big trip to go to Hershey park. I was so excited it made me want to scream at the top of my lungs. But I didn’t. This trip was going to be the best trip of the summer.

I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.

Since I was so excited to open the other presents, I forgot that my parents had a surprise for me. When my parents revealed that they had made me a train table, I was ecstatic. All the other gifts I received were great, but the only thing on my mind was the table. I never thought my

Our gifts where never wrapped and we each had our own pile. Santa always left my gifts on the right and my sister’s gifts on the left. This past Christmas was the first year that my sister no longer believed in Santa Clause. The magic of Saint Nick was gone. Even though I knew who the gifts where coming from for several years, pretending for my sister kept the magic alive for a little while longer.

The winter season was upon us. Snow fell, christmas decorations were up, and our spirits were high. My brother, Milan, and I loved the holiday season. Spending time with our family, opening gifts, playing in the snow; it was all like a dream come true. Every year we made our own wish lists, decorating them in green and red stickers.