Emily Articulated: Reflections of fall
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist And just like that, it feels like fall. It’s not the temperature, exactly. Nor is it the reddening leaves or the turning of a calendar page. It’s the way the...
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist And just like that, it feels like fall. It’s not the temperature, exactly. Nor is it the reddening leaves or the turning of a calendar page. It’s the way the...
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff My old Montessori school once stood imposingly tall — for a toddler — between the Sandpoint Charter School and the roaring traffic of U.S. Highway 2. I remember it...
By Brenden Bobby Reader Columnist It’s that time of the year where every coffee shop smells like one thing and one thing only: pumpkin spice. It’s interesting that the smells involved with pumpkin spice...
By Robin Lantrip Reader Contributor It started with a brisk chill in the morning air. The meadow began dressing in longer birch and fir shadows. The evening scent held a wisp of tamarack smoke...
By Lyndsie Kiebert Reader Staff I take pride in my coffee order: a 12-ounce dark roast drip, hot, no room. There’s a simplicity and subtle badassery to drinking your coffee black, but in reality,...
By Scarlette Quille Reader Columnist I am not really sure why I despise the autumn season. Temperate weather, beautiful scenery and “harvesting” everything from pumpkins to elk is just not enough to get me excited....
By Scarlette Quille I’ve always considered autumn to be the Monday of the season world. Summer vacation has officially ended. School is in session, and that means business. Any morning driver must survive a...