Emily Articulated: Superman
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist This weekend, I found myself in line at the Sandpoint Cinemas, joining a surprisingly full (for Sandpoint) crowd eager to see the new Superman movie. James Gunn’s take on the...
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist This weekend, I found myself in line at the Sandpoint Cinemas, joining a surprisingly full (for Sandpoint) crowd eager to see the new Superman movie. James Gunn’s take on the...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist We don’t have to look far to find the worst in humanity — to witness selfishness, greed and acts of evil so egregious they make us sick when held...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I’m at the precipice of a hard thing, in pursuit of a harder thing — both of which, in comparison to most other parts of life, are inconsequential things....
By Emily Erickson Reader Staff “Sandpoint is a Walking Town,” the sign reads, proudly greeting vehicles as they exit the Long Bridge. “Come, park your car, stroll between shops, and wind your way along...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist It was 2008 — The printer whirred as it spat out 14 pages of MapQuest directions. I swore under my breath as the banner ads emerged in full color...
By Emily Erickson Reader Staff Author’s note: This article contains descriptions of a mental health crisis. Please take care while reading. If you or someone you know is struggling, support is available — consider...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist There are some things we can’t truly comprehend, and others we perhaps shouldn’t — at least not too often. Like people who visit sensory deprivation chambers and suddenly hear...
By Emily Erickson Reader Staff One of the first things I did after moving to Sandpoint was enter a writing contest. I was pulled to the library by a flyer tacked to a posterboard...
By Emily Erickson Reader Staff I remember the footage of a woman screaming in the streets after the first Trump inauguration. She became a meme — a poster child for “snowflake liberals overreacting.” A...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I’m not sure exactly when I became a worrier. Maybe it was dormant throughout a tumultuous childhood and brazen, chaotic 20s. My worry couldn’t have been present when I...