The Sandpoint Eater: M&Mmmms
By Marcia PilgeramReader Columnist Earlier this week, in great anticipation of juvenile house guests arriving for Easter, I made a pilgrimage to Costco. As I perused the cereal aisle, the sweetest little family rolled...
Category: Memories
Independent and local — always
By Ben OlsonReader Staff When the Reader was founded in 2004, it was owned by three college friends who wanted to provide an alternative voice in North Idaho. When Zach Hagadone, John Reuter and...
Janou Scherb, 79 (Dec. 23, 1946-Feb. 23, 2026)
Janou Scherb, 79, passed away peacefully in her home on Feb. 23, 2026. We are heartbroken to lose her so suddenly. Janou was born on Dec. 23, 1946, in the south of France to...
Fool me once…
By Ben OlsonReader Staff It’s been five years since Editor-in-Chief Zach Hagadone almost broke the town. In the history of the Sandpoint Reader, only one publication date has ever lined up perfectly with April...
A new lease on life
By Stephanie PetersonReader Contributor My dad, Brett Peterson, was born and raised in Sandpoint and spent his later years working for B.F. Redi-Mix. Like many people in our community, he built his life around...
Mike’s Corner: You gotta love a small town
By Mike WagonerReader Contributor I live out in Sagle and, when I’m leaving Sandpoint, I sometimes stop at the Chevron station to get a sixer of PBR and, if needed, fossil fuel. A couple...
Holding the line
A brief history of the Priest River Experimental Forest and a conversation with the ones who keep the legacy alive By Ben OlsonReader Staff Tucked beneath boughs of western white pine, fir, hemlock and...
A few thoughts… On the blessings we enjoy
By Sandy ComptonReader Columnist As we approach the new year, we might remember that in spite of the craziness of politics — or maybe because of it — we who live in the United...
The elixir of flame
By Kelly PriceReader Contributor I once struck up a conversation with a vintage woman who was hobbling along a sidewalk with her cane. Her mind seemed sharp, her vocabulary rich and I sensed I’d...
Emily Articulated: A holiday(ish) story
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I was 15 when my godmother, Chrissy, invited me to Black Friday. It was 2007, an in-between time when everyone had a cellphone, but none that could access the internet....
