In the Fold of Midnight Stars By Miranda R. Carter My grandfather gave us the northern Idaho wilderness. He gave it to us in all its forms: vast populations of pines fleshing out rich, rolling hillsides; ribbons of
An Open-Season Blood Sport By Ron McFarland This late June rain has really brought out the slugs in our Idaho Panhandle yard. Armed with my deadly saltshaker, I nailed 115 last night. Noticing a couple on the sidewalk
Mr. Chips or Signore Machiavelli? By Ron McFarland The first moment I stepped before a class as a sub at my former high school, I knew this was the place for me. I loved it. It felt right.
And Memories to Keep By Sayantani Dasgupta On a Saturday morning, sometime in mid-August 2006, I stepped inside an American café for the very first time. I had won a ten-dollar gift certificate in a drawing held during
Every Autograph Tells a Story By Ron McFarland So, now that I’ve retired and the University of Idaho has “emeritized” me, what am I to do with 142 autographed books ranging in nature from sometimes opaque poetry to
How Idaho Research Changed the World By John Crockett In the 1990s, when I worked in the Energy Division of the Idaho Department of Water Resources, I was fortunate to witness a creative University of Idaho professor’s vision
Coming at UI from Everywhere By Ron McFarland Photos courtesy of Ron McFarland One summer morning in the mid-1970s, I got a call from my University of Idaho colleague, the late Teo Sipahigil. Teo hailed from Turkey, and
Don’t Leave Home without Them By Khaliela Wright My son Judah recently left Idaho in search of better wages and a higher standard of living. In Moscow, he was earning $18,720 a year as a software developer— the
As it happened, I was working as an assistant at the public library in Cocoa, Florida, the summer of 1961 when, on the morning of July 2, Ernest Hemingway took up his prized shotgun in Ketchum and, as a buddy informed me, “blew his head off.” Continue reading
Driving through Moscow the day after Christmas, I couldn’t help but notice discarded Christmas trees already at the curb outside some houses. It was a sad sight. How could these icons of joy and beauty be consigned so quickly to a heartless fate? Continue reading
