Tsh Oxenreider

Two bicycle signs pointing in different directions

I moved to Kosovo when I was 23, then a province in the former Yugoslavia, and about two months later, I met my future husband‚ a bearded Oregonian who dreamed […]

Taking your bike to church

I had wanted to write a book since sixth grade, when Mrs. Schwartz read my story in front of the whole class and told me I was a good writer. […]

Snowflake garland on a piano

A few months ago, I wrote about some of the most-loved hymns in Church history and the back stories that made them the classics they remain today. I thought it’d […]


Giving thanks. Sometimes it’s hard to do when the holiday set aside for thanks-giving involves in-laws, slushy weather, disastrous kitchens, and crazy kids, not to mention those deeper extended family […]

mismatched vintage plates

I loved Myquillyn’s recent post about the near-extinction of the drop-in visit because it conjured up memories of my greatest fear when we lived in Turkey: the drop-in visit. As […]

clothespin on a laundry line

When I first arrived in Turkey many moons ago to live our family’s new life, I was the mother of a two-year-old. A few months later, I became pregnant with […]

Wildflowers in a field of green grass

Plato once said, “Music is… wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.” God has created music similar to certain extravagant […]

boats on a greek island

When we lived in Turkey, we needed to leave the country every three months to renew our passports. At first it was a complete pain—we’d wake up early, take an […]