Gretchen Louise 3 Minute Read When I turn the last page of a good book, it’s always with the hope that I won’t forget the experience, that I’ll be able to keep living the pages long after I’ve closed the cover. This feeling is especially true with Tsh Oxenreider’s Notes from a Blue Bike. As we gear up for the busy…
Elisabeth Allen 4 Minute Read I was raised without a TV. Perhaps that’s why Tsh Oxenrider’s passion for a life that isn’t dominated by a television resonated. To me, it makes perfect sense, of course there’s more to life and entertainment than a television. Entertainment, in all its forms, is so easily accessible in our technology-soaked culture; we can hardly…
Emily C. Gardner 4 Minute Read Four jars sit on my windowsill — a little scoop of sand from a special place held in a timeless embrace of memory in each one. The jars have traveled with me from apartment to apartment, house to house. The clear glass on one jar in particular is a bit smudged and cloudy, wearing its…
Danielle Carey 4 Minute Read The end of January and the start of February are, in Australia, crazy times. After Australia Day on the 26th of January, a new school year begins for everyone from kindergarten to year twelve. A month later (give or take a couple of weeks), tertiary students head to university to begin or round out their…
Chantel 5 Minute Read I’ve worked from home off and on for the past eight years. I was working for other companies, putting in long hours over which I had little control. I loved working from home, but not being able to have my own schedule? It was exhausting. But last year, that finally changed. I started my own…
Trina Holden 4 Minute Read I’m a real foodie who loves her ‘slow food’ as fast as possible. I shovel food like a backhoe gulps dirt, and even wrote a book about making real food as fast as possible so you can get on with life. But in my hurry, I think I’ve missed something. In Tsh’s book, Notes from…
Gretchen Louise 4 Minute Read It’s in the winds that bring a change of the seasons. It’s in the air each January. That secret expectation, that deep down longing–that things will be different, for something to change. This year was no different, and yet, I wanted the end result to be different. I make and break the same resolutions every…
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