A Thing to “Do” By Steve Carr Like you, I’m often asked, “And what do you do?” A logical icebreaker, I suppose, and one I should be prepared for. Of course, they’re asking what I “do” for a
Life after the Fall By Marylyn Cork As I write this I’m looking forward to the New Year that’s looming although with some trepidation. The old year had its moments and I’ve been blessed and very lucky but
Alter Ego on the Loose By Steve Carr Steve Carr is away on what he claims is a well-deserved vacation. As I was unable to secure a leave of absence from the editor, he agreed to let me,
But Not on the Mountain By Marylyn Cork In September, an eerie sight in the western sky of northern Idaho caught my eye. A scarlet sun so vivid it outshone the brightest red light cut through the murk
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
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
