Emily Articulated: Sandpoint Pride
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist The first thing I noticed was the security wall which, in all honesty, was a relief. Because, in North Idaho, at an event like Pride, safety doesn’t feel like...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist The first thing I noticed was the security wall which, in all honesty, was a relief. Because, in North Idaho, at an event like Pride, safety doesn’t feel like...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist It’s Fourth of July week, and I watch familiar scenes unfold like a Wes Anderson film, one whip pan after another. The woman stocking up on cheese in the...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist “If you were alone in the woods, would you rather encounter a bear or a man?” It was a prompt that started as a street interview on TikTok, but...
Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Can you hear it? That’s the sweet sound of silence descending like springtime fog, blanketing the earth after the torrential downpour of primary election messaging. We’re nearing the few months...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist This past weekend, I flew to Boise to join my partner and his family in celebrating his brother’s college graduation. Showing up for one another’s big moments is one...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist “I had to get out of Commie-fornia,” he said, eyebrows wagging, all anticipation of landing a shared joke. It didn’t land. I had just been standing in line for...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I had a notably bad day last week. Not the kind of bad day when anything catastrophic or earth-shattering happened, but a day where one little thing after another...
By Emil Erickson Reader Columnist When I started this column, I was intrigued by other generations’ perceptions of the Millennials. We were the butt of jokes, reduced to and generalized as “young people” who...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I asked for the purple school bus instead of the yellow one with a busted tire. My older sister, keeper of the matchbox cars and head of distribution, plucked...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I had a thought the other day, and it was something along the lines of, “Do I even like the clothes I pick out for myself? I feel like...