Callie Feyen

I take a notebook to church with me.  It’s something I’ve been trying to take along with me since our days in the South Bend CRC, when I saw the pastor’s wife sketching in a notebook  as he spoke.  “That’s so cool,” I thought, “To sketch what you’re listening to and thinking about.”  I wished I could’ve talked to her… View Post

Hadley’s taken to communicating through spelling.  One morning she asked, “Is my e-g-g ready?” I said, “Not y-e-t.” She gave me one of those smiles people give when they see you understand what they’re trying to say.  Those are the best smiles, aren’t they? The smiles of people able to speak the same language are some of my favorite. Harper… View Post

Thankful to have a spot to record some of it down. Thankful for those of you who read it now and then. On to the Christmas season we go!

This post is part of a blog chain that I am participating because the lovely Lindsey Crittenden invited me to. If you are at all thinking that you’d like to try your hand at Creative Nonfiction, take this class.  You won’t be sorry.  Or, if you are looking for a great book to read, may I suggest The Water Will… View Post

  Harper was born around ten in the morning, and, four years later, on November 9, I was sitting in her preschool classroom listening to her teacher tell me how she’s doing in school. Our conference was at ten and this seems significant but don’t worry, I will not weave in the story of her birth in this post.  I… View Post