It’ll Free Your Soul By Diana Hooley Once when I took my grandchildren and their dog Millie for a drive, the kids began to bicker in the back seat and Millie started to whine. I turned on the
Great Idea! By Steve Carr Most of Idaho experienced a better than usual winter—that is, if you enjoy lots and lots of snow. We did need the extra moisture. As I write this, the snow outside my office
In the Mosaic I’ll call him Brett. He was a bowhunter and a woodsman. Before that, he was a downhill skier from California who had taken one look at Boise’s Bogus Basin on the way through and kept
Life on the Snake By Diana Hooley I’ve lived on the Snake River all my adult life and have grown to love this curling brew of Teton Range snowmelt. When I married an Idaho farmer and first came
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
