There Were No Big Things By Steve Carr My adult children “gifted” me a year-long membership in an online service that sends me a writing prompt every Monday. At the end of the year my entries will be
A Riot of Vetch, Knapweed, and Tansy By Marylyn Cork Weeds, I have ‘em. Thanks to the Panhandle’s wet, cool spring, such a crop of grasses and weeds as I have never beheld previously in my life has
A Youthful Investment By Steve Carr The evergreen hedge, ten feet tall, stretched the length of the estate. A landmark in its own right and already decades old in 1970, it provided privacy and, I suspect, a sense
Among the Super-Fast By Marylyn Cork The Battle of Britain is going on outside my dining room window. The hummingbirds are at it again. It happens at intervals all day long, every day. Every time too many colorful
After School, the Pictures By Steve Carr I still think of the last day of school as the first day of summer, not that I know, nor have I known, our schools’ schedules for years. Carefree memories of
But Solicitations Aren’t By Marylyn Cork I sit here and watch it rain. After a whole summer last year without any rain I vowed I would never complain about it again and I’m keeping that promise. So far
Great Blood Pressure, Too By Steve Carr Who better to write about this month than my mother, who was born the same year as the first radio broadcast in Idaho. I looked it up. It’s Saturday morning and
With an Ailing Computer By Marylyn Cork Woe is me! My computer is dead, just when I have deadlines to meet. But no, it’s only severely ill. Sometimes it works but most of the time it doesn’t. It
It’s Risky Business By Steve Carr Kevin McCallister relished being left home alone to do his own thing—until burglars showed up. Even then he made the most of a bad situation. Tom Cruise’s character in Risky Business allowed
Good Thoughts for a New Year By Marylyn Cork Autumn in northern Idaho this year was truly a joy. It made up for many of the excesses and deprivations of the rest of the year. The colors were
