In the Month of May Story and Photos by Desiré Aguirre When my son Nik was nine, he and his friend Jackson trekked to the back ten of our old place, which we called the Samuels’ house, to
The Wisdom of the Elders By Takisha Brinkerhoff Photos Courtesy of Takisha Brinkerhoff My great-grandmother, Alverda Dennis, sat at her kitchen table in the small community of Jackson, east of the Snake River from Rupert. In a straight-backed
Meetin’ Cowboy Roy’s Relatives By Carolyn White Eleven heads turned as we entered room 211 of St. Luke’s Medical Center in Boise. Everyone’s eyebrows went up. Outside an arena, I had never seen so many people dressed entirely
In a House That Love Built By Peggy Wilson In just three more days, Santa Claus would come to our house. It was 1955, I was six years old, and wanted only one present from the dog-eared pages
Fifty Years and Still Going By Jodi Horner On a rabidly hot day forty years ago, Bill and Kathie Horner were vacationing with their children, Todd and Nicole, in southeastern Idaho. Bill was at the wheel of the
It Can’t Be Far Now By Karlene Bayok Edwards I can’t remember much about that week-long trip we took in 1983, other than the deer eating our soap. It was just dusk, we were gathered around the fire
An Entreprenurial Family History By Andrea Davidson Photos Courtesy of the Davidson Family On a sunny morning last January, I attended the gathering of Buy Idaho in the rotunda of our state capitol. There I met Kitty Fleischman,
In the summer of my distress over weeks of near triple-digit heat and forest fires last year, I racked up a notable first—attendance at a wedding held in a Sagle cow pasture. Continue reading
One evening in Los Angeles, Walter Weymouth took my mother for a walk and asked her, “If you could lie on your back in the grass and look at the stars in the heavens and make a wish that could fulfill a dream you had dreamed more than once, what would it be?” 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
