Confessions of a puzzler
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff My grandma was a puzzler. Not necessarily in personality — though some others may disagree — but in the sense that she liked brain teasers. Crosswords in particular. I...
Tagged: BOTB
A few thoughts … On shedding an old skin
By Sandy Compton Reader Columnist I’m two miles from the pickup and 500 feet above where I left it parked when I find a snakeskin on a rock midstream in the East Fork. It...
The magic of the high country
By Ben Olson Reader Staff This time of year, I gather with a group of friends and we make our annual pilgrimage to the mountains. With everything we need to survive for three days...
On staying
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff There’s a sense of awe surrounding North Idaho’s demographics. “Where have all the young people gone?” you ask, and then blame this anomaly on lack of affordable housing and...
One error to rule them all
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff When I screwed up and spelled “Tolkien” wrong exactly seven times (including in the headline) of a TV review in the Sept. 8 paper, my first impulse was to...
One week at a time
By Ben Olson Reader Staff Where in the name of Edward R. Murrow has eight years gone? That’s how long it’s been since we brought the Reader back from the dead in January 2015....
On memories
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff If I want to remember when something happened, I scroll through the photos on my phone. I last cleaned out the folder in late 2019, and have since taken...
Finding Schitt’s Creek in ‘the Caribbean of the Rockies’
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff It has taken 10 years, many miles and more car barfs, backseat brawls and emergency roadside pit stops than I care to recall (including an apocalyptic diaper eruption six...
River daze
By Ben Olson Reader Staff Every once in a while, as life stacks up a bit too high, the river calls. I dream of long days in the canoe, drifting along with the current,...
On restaurant work
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff I’ve found no greater sense of kinship in this world than while sitting at a restaurant bar on a Saturday night in summer, surrounded by fellow food service workers...
