Loris Michael (Aug. 21, 1940 – June 22, 2025)
The world forever changed on August 21, 1940, when Loris Jeanette Michael entered it on a kitchen table in Ansley, Neb. and changed again on June 22, 2025, when Loris made her exit. Growing...
Category: Memories
First responder
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...
‘What a long, strange trip it’s been’
By Ben Olson Reader Staff When the iconic Grateful Dead frontman Jerry Garcia died in the summer of 1995, a light went out in the world. However, Deadheads have kept his spirit alive by...
A Few Thoughts… On writing for free
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist After 61 days away traveling the West — with 10 days on Maui thrown into the middle — it’s good to be home. I drove 7,434.8 miles, took way...
Cream always rises to the top
By Ben Olson Reader Staff I’ve been a struggling writer most of my life, which is a funny statement from someone who owns a newspaper. It’s also the reason I went into the newspaper...
On cemetery picnics
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Contributor A friend recently called me out for something I posted on social media. With a concerned look on her face, she asked: “Can we talk about the Snapchat you...
Emily Articulated: AI (again)
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...
‘That’s just Mom’
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Contributor Many mothers will receive cards and novelty coffee mugs this May dubbing them “#1 Mom,” but only one Sandpoint woman could ever boast the titles of both Idaho Mother...
Emily Articulated: Cafe Window
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...
Don’t lose sight of the game
By Ben Olson Reader Staff There was a time when sports were just about everything in my life. Every summer, my dad loaded us in the car and drove across the country and back...
