Mike’s Corner: Got some good news and some bad news
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...
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Being old is awful… or is it?
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor “One never knows, do one.” — Fats Waller Other than outliving dear family members and cherished longtime friends (and dogs) the worst thing about being old are medical maladies....
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...
On motherhood
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff This missive has made it into the pages of the Reader against all odds from a world so far removed from reality that time and space lack any meaning....
Grateful memories
‘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...
Why are you like this?
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff It’s come to my attention that my life story — such as it is — could be considered less than normal, due to the presence of ghostly apparitions and...
Mike’s Corner: The illusion of control
By Mike Wagoner Reader Contributor I saw a movie at the old drive-in theater in my hometown when I was in high school… sittin’ in my tired ’54 Chevy… speaker in the window, a...
In search of conkers
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff My old Montessori school once stood imposingly tall — for a toddler — between the Sandpoint Charter School and the roaring traffic of U.S. Highway 2. I remember it...
Mydaho
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff For many years, in the earlier part of this century, my friends and I took to referring to Sandpoint as “The Shire” — owing not only to its natural...
The Sandpoint Eater: Dear Mother
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist My birthday was last week. Every year as it draws close, I use the day as a yardstick to measure my goals list for the last birthday. I acknowledge...
