My Sandpoint
By Soncirey MitchellReader Staff What does it take to call yourself an Idahoan or, better yet, a Sandpointian? I’ve lived along the shores of Lake Pend Oreille all my life. I grew up in...
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A few thoughts… About a house’s history
By Sandy ComptonReader Columnist About 25 years ago, I decided to remodel the house in which I spent much of my youth. When I entered the eighth grade, we moved to a more conventional...
Tabula rasa?
By Tim HenneyReader Contributor John McPhee of The New Yorker is one of America’s most gifted and celebrated authors, journalists and columnists. Just writing about him makes me nervous, because although he and I...
Squirrely memories
By Zach HagadoneReader Staff It’s always welcome when something reminds me of my grandma. It’ll be 14 years next month since I last spoke to her, before she passed away at the age of...
Remembering Mr. Miller
By Zach HagadoneReader Staff It’s a weird confession to make, but I love politics and, by extension, am often fond of politicians. It’s fashionable to ignore both at best and proudly despise them at...
The Sandpoint Eater: Snackpack
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Spring has arrived (I think). It’s time to roll down the car windows, grab a map or two (yes, paper maps, please) and follow the two-lane highways stitching together the...
Mike’s Corner: You gotta love a small town
By Mike WagonerReader Contributor I live out in Sagle and, when I’m leaving Sandpoint, I sometimes stop at the Chevron station to get a sixer of PBR and, if needed, fossil fuel. A couple...
The Sandpoint Eater: Super memories
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Lately, my social media and email have been blowing up with Super Bowl hype. Even though I’m still not sure what a first down is, I’m sure down for the...
Emily Articulated: A holiday(ish) story
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I was 15 when my godmother, Chrissy, invited me to Black Friday. It was 2007, an in-between time when everyone had a cellphone, but none that could access the internet....
What the hunt holds
Reflections on elk season 2025 By Lyndsie Kiebert-CareyReader Staff “It isn’t feeling very elk-y out here today,” my dad whispered. We stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the trail, rifles in the crooks of our arms and...
