When memorializing someone the memory is anything but objective. Time goes by, other people experienced the same event or person differently, and you do your best to leave the past where it is and continue toward the next horizon.
A column about maternity? From the lady that ovulates gravel? Yep. Maybe itâs because my uterus starts singing America the Beautiful every time I hear of a friend or acquaintance that has decided to enhance their family unit through adoption (kudos to the traditional fallopian pathway, but there are plenty of children all over the world that need a family to love).
I should probably preface everything I write with the followÂŹing:
âIf you are eating the Standard American Diet (SAD) and living the usual American sedentary lifestyle, then you are committing suicide, and the following information will not excuse you from the laws of biology.â
So, that said, there are two sides to every story, and medicine is no exception.
Across the country, the solar eclipse Sunday seemed to kindle an infectious enthusiasm for astronomy. So what does that have to do with pants? Please continue to be patient with me and read on.
I know that current fashion trends are slow coming to our corner of the world; itâs not as if Vogue has announced its decision to establish a satellite office in the Ville. Whatever counts as style in the mainstream clothes horse magazines, you can be sure it wonât catch on in Stevens County for another five to ten years, if at all.
Whimsical moment alert:
Drove down 3rd Ave last Friday evening, noticing how dark clouds held sway to the north while the sun shone soft rays over Colville Valley and streamers of steam lazily unfurled over the trees.
BY SOPHIA ALDOUS
S-E Staff Reporter
Ever have those moments where the rug is swept out from unÂŹder your righteous indignation and your snobbery gets body slammed into repentant sheepishness?
Maybe itâs just me. Itâs certainly not Rush Limbaugh, but thatâs beside this columnâs point.
Itâs not the first time my ego got its moral superiority on, and it probably wonât be the last. However, this particular case of which I am speaking is exceptional, because it nursed a burÂŹgeoning grudge that I carried with me for several months.
BY SHADAN KAPRI
As a little girl, Sara witnesses first-hand the devastaÂŹtion of drug abuse. She watched as her parents self-medicated with an array of prescription drugs and alcoÂŹhol. Her loving father, once a hard-working man, beÂŹcame cruel and merciless when drunk. Her parents, teachers, and even family members âoverlookedâ the problems until he lost his job and their family home.
When I was a young, flighty thing (being so mature and grounded now) I would ride the Spokane transit to and fro about the city and observe the array of humanity that is up for viewing at ye local bus station. And boy howdy, if there are aliens in outer space tuning in to our goings-on on this wet, floating ball we call Earth, mass transit must be like some Comedy Central/Bravo channel hybrid to them.
For those of you who arenât afflicted with that four-letter word called G-O-L-F, please continue reading this edition of the Statesman-Examiner and avoid this golf ethics question.
Yes, itâs a conundrum caught between a pine grove and a hard place.
For the uninitiated, golf is one of the most honorable of games. Yes, thatâs allegedly and actually. There are few sports that I know of that call for the player to serve as his own arbiter and call penalties on him or herself.
Yes, what would Uncle Timmy do indeed.
Youâve whipped yourself into a wholehearted weight loss frenzy â exercised an hour every day, cut calories until you were ravenous (and homicidal) and used every psych trick in your book â and you havenâtâ lost and ounce, or maybe thatâs all you DID lose. Youâre going to have a meltdown if someone waves another celery stick in front of you. You start thinking maybe you are sleep-eating in the middle of the night (yes â people actually do that).