Emily Articulated: Good news
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I’m often asked how I decide what to write about each week — whether I pull from a long-running idea list or simply hope inspiration arrives sometime before the morning...
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Emily Articulated: Fear, empathy, action
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I’ve been writing this column for a long time, and every time I sit down at my keyboard, I feel the weight, the privilege, of having this platform. But over...
Emily Articulated: Fantasy, reality
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins, was released in 2008 to mass appeal. It nearly instantly hit The New York Times Bestseller list, where it remained for more than 60...
Emily Articulated: Conservative whisperer
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I used to think of myself as a “conservative whisperer” — someone who could hold my left-leaning views without spooking, and sometimes even charming, the staunchest of Republicans. Maybe it...
Emily Articulated: Rescued
By Emily EricksonReader Staff My living room is softly lit, the orange lamplight casting a latticed shadow from the child gate propped in its entry. Two puppies are snuggled up beside me, looking like...
Emily Articulated: The process
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist Another birthday came and went this week, and the way I celebrated it seemed to encapsulate everything I hope to carry forward into the year ahead. I was on the...
Emily Articulated: Call me a snowflake
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I came across a post on the “Sandpoint Local Forum” Facebook page from a woman outraged that an emergency contraception pill had been placed in the public bathroom of a...
Emily Articulated: Ready, set, go
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist “Take only what you need.” This is a phrase that many in our community have had to confront in light of the fires growing around us for the past couple...
Emily Articulated: Eight years here
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist Someone recently asked how long I’ve been writing for the Reader. I started to answer with something vague like, “quite a while,” but then I put a number to it...
Emily Articulated: Summers
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I remember summers as sticky things — sweaty strands of hair matted to my cheek as I lay on the floor beneath the air conditioner; sticky fingers from dribbles of...
