A Parched Hunting Season By Marylyn Cork The other evening I glanced out my bedroom window just in time to see my coal-black cat running for his life from a mountain lion hot on his tail. The lion
Desperate to Hook a Keeper By Steve Carr My impassioned fisherman friend catches more fish than I. By making his art a science, he has found more joy in the hobby. He reads the river, the weather, and
The Vaccinated Gather By Marylyn Cork Mother’s Day on May 9 was almost, but not quite, just another day. Oh, we partied a lot, “we” meaning my family and friends. And we ate a lot, too. But we
Remember Who You Are By Steve Carr Thinking about Father’s Day, the third Sunday in June, reminds me that both my parents came from families with long histories of spotty churchgoing traditions. Although Dad preferred to ski or
Taken by Storm By Marylyn Cork My siblings and I grew up near Round Lake State Park, east of Priest River. Three or four of us—along with our mother and grandmother, who were chaperones, I assume, planted seedling
A Mission Impossible By Steve Carr Jennifer Aniston, Lady Gaga, and Ryan Reynolds all attend our neighborhood church. I point them out to my long-suffering daughter. She gives me that, “Oh, Dad,” look. Oddly enough, I seem to
Then and Now By Marylyn Cork Thumbing through a new calendar recently, looking at the pictures, I happened to notice that March is Women’s History Month. It gave me a topic for this column—it’s not easy to find
Keep It Plane and Symbol By Steve Carr About this time of year my fascination with the abundance of Idaho snow wanes and I find myself with a book by the fireplace. We are book people in our
Last Year and Next By Marylyn Cork I am sitting here on a bright sunny day assessing my past, present and future. (I like to know where I’ve been, where I’m at, and what I have to look
More Than You Thought By Steve Carr I’ve always felt kind of bad for December. Don’t get me wrong, I like December. I think December has a lot going for it. I guess that’s my point. Despite all
