Grudging Admiration

Fall is in the air in Idaho, and the bees are frantically busy in the yard, burying themselves from dawn to dusk in patches of lavender, sage and oregano. I envy their industriousness, as I’ve been fighting a cold and haven’t felt like doing much of anything.

Jammin' in Boise

I am running out of containers and refrigerator space, as my kitchen overflows with late-summer bounty and I feel compelled to do something with all of it before it goes bad.

On my recent drive back from Seattle, I stopped to pick up a couple flats of peaches, fresh from the central Washington orchards. In Boise, it is a bumper-crop year for my front-yard apple tree.

News Overload


For my birthday, I got the new memoir Reporter by Seymour Hersh, one of my idols in journalism. Trouble is, I can’t seem to open it and start reading. I’m afraid I'm on news overload.

This weekend’s bizarre “revenge stabbing” of kids at a Boise, Idaho, birthday party hit too close to home – literally. The apartment complex is 2 miles from my house.

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