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By Mike Wagoner Reader Contributor I was raised in Walla Walla… a nice town to grow up in… I still venture back there now and again to sing in a couple of the many...
By Mike Wagoner Reader Contributor I was raised in Walla Walla… a nice town to grow up in… I still venture back there now and again to sing in a couple of the many...
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 Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff Nana made our clothes until her hands couldn’t hold the thread. She dedicated her downstairs living room to the craft: pins and needles scattered across three tables, streams of...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I recently came across an article, the title of which grabbed me so tightly that I was forced to stop — mid-charge of a busy day — and read...
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but somehow over the past dozen or so years I turned into a Scrooge on Bob Cratchit wages (which I find online...
‘Home’ is a moveable feast By Zach Hagadone Images of Thanksgiving — at least the idealized ones — are of tables loaded with food in cozy, home-feeling places that are filled with home-feeling people...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I Googled, “How to organize an estate sale,” staring at my screen as the six-step description bounced off my eyes, not quite penetrating my brain. Blinking to concentrate, I...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist This article talks about addiction and death. Take care and pass by if you need to. Reflecting on a life of loving someone who struggled with addiction is a...
By Jen Jackson Quintano Reader Columnist Not long after starting our arborist business, Tyler and I decided we needed one more iron in the fire. Tree work was good, but we wanted something more...
By Jen Jackson Quintano Reader Columnist It finally happened — the thing I’ve been dreading for the two years since the last time it happened: classroom closure due to COVID. Two years later, and...