John Anderson (Feb. 4, 1945-Oct. 11, 2025)
John Anderson has passed away at his home in Sandpoint, Idaho. As some of his friends described him, he was a “wonderful amazing kindhearted man … the sweetest man on the planet and gave...
Tagged: grief
Community mourns sudden passing of SPD Cpl. Michael Hutter
By Reader Staff Sandpoint Police Corporal Michael Hutter is being remembered for his years of service after suddenly passing away Oct. 16 amid treatment for unspecified health concerns at Kootenai Health, in Coeur d’Alene....
Visiting Peggy
By Soncirey MitchellReader Staff I hold my dog, Peggy, in my dreams. She passed away suddenly in June after 15 years on this Earth. I was lucky enough to spend 12 of those years...
The alchemy of grief
By Nichelle Gonzales Reader Contributor If you are paying any attention to the downward spiral of our country, then you’re feeling a sense of grief. This grief also shows up as outrage, which is...
‘Slow down and pay attention’
By Rich Holub Reader Contributor My friend Bob was killed on Highway 95 yesterday [April 14]. Crushed, torn apart, burned. His passenger, a young man, was life-flighted to Spokane in critical condition. Others went...
The Memory Maker
By Ben Olson Reader Contributor Of all the human emotions, grief is perhaps the most complicated — and the most universal. Most of us have lost someone we loved, and there’s not one single...
Emily Articulated: Presentness
By Emily Erickson Reader Staff The holidays often prompt a lot of reflection, turning me inward as much as pulling me outward. Maybe it’s the ritual of stringing lights and pulling ornaments out of...
A farewell message from Drake the Dog
By Reader Staff Editor’s note: Drake the Dog was the “author” of “The Straight Poop” column for the Reader from July 2015-February 2018. The below piece is his final dispatch, filed from somewhere up...
Emily Articulated: What now?
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Rarely am I at a loss for words; but, sometimes, my stream of consciousness feels tangled and stuck, lodged in my throat or thick on my tongue. It usually...
Emily Articulated: Open road
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I hit scan on the radio, searching for anything other than static, until a familiar song broke through the cracks and pops: “… all the roads we have to...
