“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me” is an age old saying that is proving to be incorrect. The more apt saying would be the one coined in 1839 by English author Edward Bulwer-Lytton, “the pen is mightier than the sword.”
Since we live close to the growing edge of housing development on the south side of Steinbach, I go dumpster diving sometimes.
If you consider for a moment why you choose to live where you do, it’s likely because of the opportunities you expect: to live in health and security, to make a good living, and to spend time with family and friends.
Since getting my own wool spun into yarn several years ago, I have experimented with natural dyes from local materials.
I still have a mug that we had at our cottage when I was 10 years old. Back then, I considered it an ugly relic of the 70’s. Certainly nothing special.
I recently overheard a conversation. The person speaking was denying climate change.
Being raised in a low-income family has shaped the way I see the world, partly for the better but also for the worse.
In 2003, I was working at Asessippi ski hill when a co-worker mentioned that a friend of his was planning to build a straw bale house. Amazed at the idea, I asked whether that was really possible.
Farmers that do not use tillage are called zero tillers. They typically use herbicides to control their weeds.
Some of my earliest memories are of a sea of blue flowers swaying in the breeze as I rode my bicycle along the gravel road that bordered my father’s flax field.