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...
Category: Personal history
Voices in the Wilderness
Stone Koivu Reader Staff The crisp morning air was heavy with the pine aroma as I entered the backcountry, my boots sinking into the wet earth. The sun was just beginning to rise, golden...
Backpacking the Balkans, part I
By Ben Olson Reader Staff There are times in life when the ruts grow too deep around us. Some might settle in and come to love the growing walls around them. When I reach...
2025 Women of Wisdom to be honored at annual gala
By Reader Staff The Women Honoring Women committee is preparing to celebrate its 2025 Women of Wisdom selectees with a gala brunch Saturday, June 14 at the Marigold Bistro inside the Sandpoint Center (414...
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...
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...
I can’t in good conscience blame Trump
By Clarice M. McKenney Reader Contributor For more than 50 years I have voted Democrat, and most of those years I was unable to be an activist, be involved in protests or actively support...
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...
