Two years of COVID
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff Two years ago on this day I was out of a job — and, for the first time in my job-hopping life, it was involuntary. I remember it well,...
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff Two years ago on this day I was out of a job — and, for the first time in my job-hopping life, it was involuntary. I remember it well,...
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff For the past couple of days, since our big cold snap, Reader Publisher Ben Olson and I have been sitting in the newsroom with two space heaters cranking away...
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff I have long pointed to my relative youth as a main pillar of my identity. My residency in a retirement town and Boomer-dominated county has long made me feel...
By Ben Olson Reader Staff Usually when Valentine’s Day draws near, we take time to show our significant others how much they mean to us. This year, though, I can’t help but remember the...
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff For the first time in what feels like years — and probably is years — I came to work on Monday feeling relaxed and rested. Optimistic. Enthusiastic, even. This...
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff Among the greatest joys of moonlighting as a paraprofessional teacher for part of the week is remembering what it was like to be a kid. In my four years...
By Ben Olson Reader Staff Last week’s snowstorms felt like traveling back in time — back to Old Sandpoint, when events like that would occur a half dozen times throughout a normal winter season....
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff By my reckoning, I’ve spent 11 of the past 16 New Year’s Eves in a newsroom, either partially or entirely abandoned, halfheartedly trying to do some work while watching...
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff The end of December is when many return home for dinners, gifts and gatherings of varying formality. No family looks the same and, often, the rituals and traditions start...
By Ben Olson Reader Staff There is an art to doing nothing. In this workaday world dominated by how many items we can cram into our daily lives, some might confuse the art of...