Idaho magic
By Soncirey MitchellReader Staff Growing up in Sandpoint means learning to identify “Idaho magic” — and I don’t mean admiring the sun-drenched mountains or the sparkles on the snow. For local kids, Idaho magic...
Tagged: childhood memories
The Haunting of Homer Simpson
By Soncirey MitchellReader Staff I used to be terrified of Homer Simpson. It was the first grade, 2007, and the Simpsons were everywhere thanks to the then-upcoming movie. Burger King was giving away golden...
The Sandpoint Eater: Generational fare
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Call them what you may — miners’ pasty, Cornish pasty, Butte pasty or meat hand pie — no other food evokes stronger food memories for me. I grew...
Sing, arachnid, sing
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff Kids are the creators and caretakers of humanity’s wisdom. Without their innocence, curiosity and ability to dream, none of our great creations or feats would exist. I was recently...
Worms on the pavement
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff If an advanced civilization of sentient rocks, or perhaps gaseous clouds, came to Earth in their starships, how would they perceive us? Would they recognize that humanity is made...
The origins of that nostalgic sound
By Ben Olson Reader Staff I grew up 10 miles south of Sandpoint, in a log cabin beside Highway 95 near Westmond. To this day, if I hear the faraway hush of cars driving...
Growing up in a climate of fear
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff At 10 years old, in the city of love and lights, I stood at the feet of the Eiffel Tower and looked warily around at the crowd. My mom...
