As I prepare to leave Idaho, and particularly Pocatello, I have been borderline maudlin. It is time to go, and new adventures are calling, but…
I couldn’t tell you what I had for dinner last night, but I remember September 11, 2001.
I have a solid and satisfying correspondence with a history professor friend in Pennsylvania. His name is Dave. We write each other about what…
Before leaving for Patagonia last December, I was in limbo regarding whether to continue my part-time legal consulting and mediation practice.…
It is summer, and it is sweltering. While I try to maintain a moderate body temperature, sitting in front of our oscillating fan, my mind occa…
Some nights my children’s dose of melatonin gummies does not work quickly enough. Rather than toss and turn or arise to stumble to the fridge,…
I have never been one to seek or enjoy conflict of any degree. My personality, especially during my formative years, could have been described…
The first recorded burials in Blackfoot are those of two tiny sons of R.H. Hopkins who, in the 1870s, were buried in John Montgomery’s field, …
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a column about the founding fathers and their experiences in the arduous process of gaining independence. There…
How often do you discover that something you believed was true is simply not the case? Take cork, for instance. For years, I harbored the beli…
