And Falling Short Story and Photo by Steve Carr Go long,” I said to my erstwhile teammate and old friend. “I still got this,” I muttered to myself as I rolled out to my right and looked for
Down on the Farm By Diana Hooley My husband and I drink our morning coffee in a nook surrounded by large windows that face the Snake River. We see the sun rise over the river: the dreary winter
An Ordinary Mover and Shaker By Diana Hooley On Mother’s Day I’ll probably go to a greenhouse and buy some flowers and plants. I’ve done this for many years because May is the perfect time to buy plants.
One Thing Leads to Another By Steve Carr My eight-year-old grandson Ben hopes to be a professional dancer/marketer/pollster and TV game show superstar when he grows up. Frankly, I think his odds are better than average for a
It’s Epic Story and Photo by Diana Hooley On a recent trip out of state I met a friendly couple who inevitably asked, “What do you do in Idaho?” The short answer is my husband and I are
Savor Them By Steve Carr The seasoned lamb slathered with secret sauce hit the spot and made us happy on a long-ago Brussels trip. The pause and the moment were delicious. Drawn by music, sated and silly, we
Ice-the-Cake Skiing By Diana Hooley Once when I was young girl in Indiana I leafed through a magazine and saw an advertisement for a ski resort in a place called Sun Valley. The picture showed happy people schussing
At the Deadline By Steve Carr Internationally acclaimed author Isabel Allende came to Idaho last year. I sat in the audience at the Sun Valley Writers Conference and was inspired. I learned, among many things, that she begins
Pipe-Gun Fun By Diana Hooley An Idaho Thanksgiving means different things to different people. My friend Carolyn from Boise likes to eat burritos on Thanksgiving. Another friend from Blackfoot skips the turkey and eats funeral potatoes and ham.
An Elementary Encounter By Steve Carr Decades removed from back-to-school sales and last-minute dashes for kid friendly scissors, school paste, and number two pencils, I still feel a wistful shiver when I spot the first school bus of
