If Isaiah Mustafa is The Man Your Man Could Smell Like, then Hank Shaw is The Man Your Man Could Cook Like. Except instead of wearing a towel and holding Old Spice body wash, he’s wearing waders and holding a fly rod.
“It is a big issue within our church; we’re just way ahead of the curve,” Rev. Gail Marriner told SFR earlier this year. The topic at hand was same-sex marriage, and as a “statement of conscience,” Marriner had stopped issuing marriage licenses at her parish altogether.
It’s the kind of work that housemaids Marta Dionicio and Maria Chamale have never minded. In their world of extreme circumstances, there’s never been a fast buck. They’re used to toiling with brooms, dirty laundry and filthy toilets from dawn to dusk.
Much like the groundhog’s coquettish peer signals the arrival of spring; the gorging of oneself at Thanksgiving dinner signals the advent of winter in the Limón household. The rolls are aplenty, the turkey is bacon-covered and the cranberry sauce flows like manna.
Gustavo Arellano wears many hats.
Or in his case, sombreros: alt-weekly editor, author, feather-ruffler and perhaps his biggest claim to fame, the mastermind behind the ever popular syndicated column ¡Ask a Mexican!