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
A Chick Ducks In By Marylyn Cork The feed store owner scooped fifty sunshine-yellow chicks into a crate for me to take home to raise. Those leghorns were cute, yes. But my eye was caught by twenty-five peeping
Best to Sleep by the Stove By Marylyn Cork Oh, no! The power has failed—with no prior warning and with my Windows 10 download still in progress. If my Internet wasn’t so slow here outside Priest River, that
Non-Fans of the Super Bowl By Steve Carr As I write this, the National Football League’s one hundredth season is winding down. By the time you read this, probably all that will remain from your Super Bowl LIV
A Mix of Emotions By Marylyn Cork Autumn is my favorite season. Nothing blesses my soul quite like crisp fall mornings, the tang of wood smoke in the air, golden days and blazing colors. It also brings the
