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
Strength under the Surface By Marylyn Cork We Americans have been hit with many catastrophes this year: around two hundred thousand deaths at time of writing from COVID-19; catastrophic and varied natural disasters the like of which we’ve
An Uneasy Superpower By Steve Carr I smell autumn. It’s not just shorter days and cooler nights. As the leaves take their last breaths and become piles of fallen summer soldiers, gases are released and decomposition begins. The
Gardening As Restorative By Marylyn Cork It’s a beautiful morning as I write. The sun is a little too warm for comfort, beaming like a jolly fellow from a blue, blue sky. Not a cloud up there, and
Circumstantial Evidence By Steve Carr The bullet hole in the side of the long-unused fishing boat stared back at me throughout my youth. Mostly, though, I was able to avoid eye contact. The aluminum boat sat upside down
But It’s Nice to Venture Out By Marylyn Cork When Covid-19 shut down the state, I decided to regard the stay-at-home order as a challenge. I would take the governor and the medical establishment seriously, and self-quarantine at
And Between the Lines By Steve Carr I talked to my mom this morning. I call her most mornings. Usually she answers. When she doesn’t answer, I prefer to think she’s busy sweeping the front walk. I refuse
