Recently, I was chatting with a friend when she referred to herself as “ugly”. I was taken aback. She may not be classically beautiful, but she is not ugly. At least, I don’t think she is. And the romantic interest she gets from others tends to confirm my opinion.
More …Rocco’s in Belltown, Seattle is a pizza joint that also has great cocktails. Their “Vertical Limit” is a bourbon-based drink, which I can only describe as liquid Christmas. Rocco’s describes it as “Bourbon Bill Paxton Spirit-forward stiff wind/sheer cliff combo with a hint of wildflower; Kentucky bourbon rounded with mountain herb sweetness for the Yankee in the backcountry.”
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Turning 30 was hard for me. It wasn’t because I had a fear of wrinkles. Or because of the ticking of my biological clock. Rather, it was that I had planned on accomplishing so much more before reaching my third decade. Most of my goals remained unachieved or untouched. I had wanted to read more books. I had wanted to master my profession enough to be able to present at conferences and maybe even serve as an adjunct at a local college. I had dozens of writing ideas that I never started, as well as numerous half-finished pieces. But there was one thing that always seemed to get in my way – my preoccupation with my weight.
More …I can’t say that I enjoyed reading “The Only Good Indians” by Stephen Graham Jones. When I picked it up, I thought that I was in for a tale of horror. What I did not expect is that the horror would be tethered to despair. Throughout the book, it is unclear whether the real haunt is the spirit of a hunted elk, out for revenge or the bleak prospects for Indians on reservations.
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