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...
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...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I never really imagined I’d get married. Like many in my generation, I was the product of divorce. But even before my parents’ separation, I was living in a...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I grew up surrounded by very few examples of healthy relationships, with “f*** you” thrown out as frequently as affirmations of love and affection. Arguments would begin in attempts...
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist Joe is a patron at the bar I regularly tend. He is an 87-year-old Italian man, who, at full standing height, reaches just above my shoulders. He orders a...
By Scarlette Quille Reader Columnist I had a mind altering experience recently. I was getting some air out on the balcony at the Hive, looking at the bird’s-eye view of downtown Sandpoint while blissful...