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For skiers, January is a sweet spot. There are literally hundreds of miles of snow-covered mountainside in the area just waiting to be explored. Whether you’re wanting a chair to take you to the top of a ski run, or are willing to earn your turns, this winter is looking

Arctic ice is melting at rapid rates, polar vortexes are chilling regions as far south as Texas, articles on the degradation of the environment are being published left and right. It can feel daunting to know exactly what to do to face the coming crisis, let alone stop it. Climate

Winter is the perfect movie-watching season. Cooped up indoors, sipping hot cocoa, and finishing off the holidays’ delicious leftovers, a movie fits snug with any evening. Consider adding the new heartwarming comedy Brother Nature (directed by Oz Rodriguez and Matt Villines) to your watch list this season. Taking place in

The day after the 2016 presidential election, many people felt let down by their fellow citizens. For women and members of other historically marginalized groups, discouragement gave way to fear as they considered the ways the new administration would/could affect their lives. While dropping her daughter off at school in

Do I need to have a fit belly? What do I have to do with my belly? These are questions that come to mind when you’re invited to your first belly dance class. One minute with dance instructor Sarah Jane Melville, and worries melt away. Women of all ages, shapes,

OK, the holidays are over. Time to ditch the ugly Christmas sweaters and don a styling parka and enjoy the beautiful (and at times chilly) Great Outdoors. We can’t all be glacier climbers, but our Winter Outdoor Guide should provide some insight on outdoor winter pastimes that aren’t so treacherous

In 2011, NBC’s “Parks and Recreation” introduced us to Treat Yo Self Day. It’s not a birthday or Christmas, but a day of the year when you splurge on yourself. In the words of Tom and Donna, “Clothes? Treat yoself. Fragrances? Treat yoself. Massages? Treat yoself. Mimosas? Treat yoself.” There’s

The average age of a farmer in Oregon in 1982 was a moderate 50. Twenty years later, it had risen to 55, according to a report co-released late last year by Oregon State, Portland State University and Rogue Farm Corps; and disturbingly, by 2012, had risen to 60. The change

The neighborhood bar faces the same threat to survival as neighborhoods themselves: digital distractions, disengagement … weed. Far easier to pull on sweats, cruise cable/satellite, and tap your FB Friends’ curated posts, right? Yet, the local bar—distant relation to village pubs or German beer gardens—hangs on in the Rogue Valley.

Winter: Done a 15 Different Ways Winter Expressions at Art & Soul Gallery in Ashland Once the holidays pass, many look forward to spring, welcoming sunnier days. Art & Soul gallery in Ashland, however, will continue to celebrate the frigid season in its upcoming “Winter Expressions” exhibit. Winter is represented

Sushi restaurants can easily be a wallet’s enemy. You know how there’s that saying that you never have just one drink? It seems like that’s the case with sushi, too. Never have I ordered a single sushi roll with nothing else. For one, I like myself, so I feed myself

This summer I returned to the Rogue Valley. I left in 2007 to attend college at Oregon State University, continued on to University of Oregon for graduate studies and then piled my car with everything I owned and drove to Birmingham, Alabama to work at Cooking Light Magazine. From there,


According to its frontman, Jason Vanderford, Junk Parlor was formed by accident. Its members were part of a regular gypsy jazz jam at a Petaluma wine bar, and one day one of them booked the band that wasn’t yet a band a gig despite having neither songs nor a name.

What kind of metamorphosis occurs when the weight of popular music bears down too heavily on itself? What happens when glacial-sized inadequacies cause whole musical movements to come to a grinding halt? The answer is an opposite reaction. Someone has to push against that rock, and it ain’t always Sisyphus.

Once upon a time, Southern Oregonians were obsessed with The Cherry Poppin’ Daddies—the Eugene band that brought swing back to national prominence for a hot second in the nineties. The friend of mine that first played them for me explained her teen obsession thusly: “they were the only out-of-town band