Emily Articulated: Gathering
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist During the past year, the idea of “being social” has meant many different things. From the first weeks of quarantine — wherein the confines of my small house and...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist During the past year, the idea of “being social” has meant many different things. From the first weeks of quarantine — wherein the confines of my small house and...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist My childhood library was a squat brick building with two sentry-like willow trees and a view of the sediment-stained Tomorrow River — a sleepy stream that winds its way...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I’ve recently become aware that my 30th birthday is later this year; aware in the same kind of way as a far-off vacation that starts taking up more space...
By Emily Erickson Reader Staff Outside of writing this column, I work with businesses to help establish or rework their outward-facing presence. These collaborations usually center on crafting a new website, reimagining their marketing...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Recently, several bills have been making headlines across the country and in Idaho. Their wording seems to have a way of skirting around each bill’s purpose, encapsulating their intent...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist With the world feeling like it’s starting to reopen, and the edges of our confinement slowly peeling back into this newest version of “normalcy,” I’ve noticed a reclamation of...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist It’s hard to live in the greater Sandpoint area and not feel the pulsing boom of the newcomers, home-buyers, rental-seekers, land-sellers and everyone stuck somewhere in between. Within the...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist There are a lot of things I’m just really not good at. Cars and their complex mechanics, for example, transform from user manuals and routine maintenance schedules to science-fiction...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I’ve always been a dog person. From my first wet-nosed nuzzle and sloppy, warm kiss, I knew a dog’s love was something special. Their easy affection and steadfast commitment...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Exactly four years ago I was packing up my old silver Subaru, a vehicle I had purchased as soon as I set my heart on moving to the mountains...