By Ammi Midstokke Reader Contributor When Michael Seifert talks about producing musicals, his verbiage only hovers around song and choreography for a moment before it veers sharply into philosophizing on the growth one can...
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff Ammi Midstokke isn’t shy about her love for both the outdoors and for learning by doing. Where those two loves collide, a childhood pastime comes to mind: sledding. Midstokke...
By Ammi Midstokke Reader Columnist As a natural health practitioner, it seems rather reasonable that my expectation of the human body is as follows: give it what it needs, and it will probably chug...
By Ammi Midstokke Reader Columnist It should come as no surprise that if there is any means of dissociating from stress, discomfort, emotions, boredom, intrusive thoughts, yammering children, apocalyptic outbreaks or life in general,...
By Ammi Midstokke Reader Columnist When my granny died, I was half a world away in India. I had seen her just days before at her home in Oregon, where she pressed a copy...
By Ammi Midstokke Reader Contributor At a Sandpoint Waldorf School board meeting in mid-August, a group of faculty, parents and board members tried to have a civil discussion about the future of their children....
By Ammi Midstokke Reader Columnist The world may well be ending, and if assessments of common science are plausible, we’re headed along an expected trajectory where the only real debatable matter seems to be...
By Ammi Midstokke Reader Columnist Okay world, that’s enough. I’m not quite certain where it began — though I suspect there are some strong roots in the Old Testament — but this culture of...
By Ammi Midstokke Reader Columnist I have decided that living with trauma is kind of like having emotional fibromyalgia. Some days, everything hurts and all the inexplicable tender parts feel raw and confused. The...
By Ammi Midstokke Reader Columnist I was heading to a friend’s house to go for a run – one of the few socially sanctioned outings we can still cling to without guilt. “Okay,” she...
