Callie Feyen

I learned recently that when you’re a fledgling, you learn to fly from the ground, in a hidden spot, and not from the nest you were hatched in. What happens is you hop and you hop, and you might make it to a tree’s lower branches, or onto the sturdy part of a hedge. You’ll fall a lot. I always… View Post

The following is a devotion I wrote for my church: “It is a good thing to give thanks to the Lord, and to sing praises to your name, O Most High; to tell of your loving-kindness early in the morning, and your faithfulness in the night season; for as it was in the beginning, it is now and evermore shall… View Post

Callie Rebekah Lewis 14yrs old: Song: Elton John’s “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” Movie: “Say Anything,” Overboard,” “To Kill A Mockingbird” Book: No reading unless it is a note from my friends. Food: Pizza – no cheese Sport: Floor hockey, gymnastics, dance Team: College – University of Illinois, because that’s where my mom went to school. Professional: Bulls, Bears, Cubs Grow… View Post

I want to say something about poetry and writing and motherhood. I want to write about the Poetry Slam I was able to be a part of where women from all over shared their poems about balloons and cakes, Eve, walking, giving birth, hair loss, child loss, the mountains, the city, water, fractured marriages, faith, doubt. They shared sonnets, free… View Post

We are at the girls’ piano recital, on a late Sunday afternoon that both hints at rain but changes its mind and sun shimmers itself through the maples and onto our knees, before changing its mind again. It is difficult to tell which shift to settle into. Each student plays a couple of pieces, and when it’s Hadley’s turn, the… View Post