Callie Feyen

“Hadwee, do you think you’re gonna like this?” Harper is sitting next to Hadley on the examination table, both girls’ sleeves are rolled up exposing skin that hasn’t seen the sun in awhile. Hadley won’t respond to her sister. She just shakes her head and stares at the door, waiting. “Girls,” I say, offering a hand to each of them…. View Post

There should really be an eraser or two, I think as I sit down to eat my blueberry muffin. The girls, having already devoured their chocolate chip muffin, head to the chalkboard to draw. Our neighborhood Whole Foods has redone its cafeteria section, adding smaller tables and bright colored chairs for kids. There’s a bookshelf with a few books in… View Post

For the past several days Hadley has asked me to create a survey for her: a list of several questions and small activities that she can complete.  My mom used to make them for me and I loved them.  I still get a kick out of filling those things out at doctors offices or when we visit churches.  That’s normal,… View Post

I used to be a middle school teacher, and one thing I remember about middle school writing was that most of those early September samples I read were filled with epic adventure.  With boys, I read a lot about war or climbing mountains with only one working limb (don’t fret, the main character ALWAYS made it to the top).  Girls… View Post

Several Wednesdays have passed since Harper’s first day of school, and I still sit and write while the girls are away. Though every time they leave, I am very tempted to go to the gym and run. Truth be told, it’s not because I am extremely disciplined that I walk up the stairs to write.  It’s because I have been… View Post