I am sure Cinderella was really smart. Even if the fairy had not appeared, she would have found some way out of their clutches. She would have had to; it’s called survival.

I am sure when Cinderella went to that ball, she took a great deal more pleasure in outsmarting her stepmother than in the carriage and the ball dress and the glass slippers.

Did anyone care for poor Cinderella until her fairy godmother took her in hand? Did anyone look beyond the ragged clothes and sooty face? Did anyone see the unshed tears and the poor, tired face?Obviously not. Appearances matter.

I became Cinderella, Stella and Marcella were my evil stepsisters. If the house had mice and roaches and a damp garret, I would be living there. If we were using coals, I would be coughing over a smoking fire.Was I not lucky to be a modern day Cinderella? At least I did not have to sleep among the cinders.