This magazine gets its share of publicity photos over the electronic transom, but rarely does one of them carry enough human interest to warrant publication. Here’s an exception from U.S. Navy photographer Michael H. Lee, which shows a father meeting his daughter for the first time. Continue reading →
Have you come across any of these names in your research?” I was asked in an email one gray day in November 2008. It was the end of the centennial year of our Ustick Baptist Church in Boise, and the secretary had forwarded an email from a man in Denmark named Niels Otto Holm, who was seeking information on his long lost great-aunt’s family. Continue reading →
One gray, winter morning about fifteen years ago on the eastern slope of Mount Idaho, where the frozen face of Buffalo Hump rises out of the crisscrossed ridges of the Nez Perce–Clearwater National Forests in the distance, I headed to the barn as usual to do the chores. Continue reading →
I listen to Sinatra and The Lettermen for inspiration while I write. How many people will admit to that? Once in awhile, okay, maybe a little more often than once in awhile, I order a deli sandwich on white. After age fifty, I quit apologizing and quit whispering my order. Continue reading →
We all dream about changing the world. For me, those dreams started early, at an age when the only actual change I could bring about was eating a different cereal for breakfast or watching a different cartoon on Saturday morning—but despite that powerlessness, I dreamed big. Continue reading →
“Where in the world is Moore?” I had to ask Carol Webb, my mother-in-law of two months, when she revealed their family’s plan to move there.
“It’s by Arco,” she answered.
“Mmm,” was all I could muster as I imagined their alfalfa crop blooming in the cracks of lava flows at Craters of the Moon. Continue reading →