Callie Feyen

I don’t know if it was my first introduction to David Sedaris, but the most memorable moment of experiencing his storytelling powers was listening to him read, “Santaland Diaries,” on our way from Maryland to Michigan. I was so captivated and entertained by Sedaris’ hilarious, awkward, and vulnerable observations that when we found ourselves with a flat tire, and Jesse… View Post

An admired writer recently gave out some news: there are only a certain amount of cute kid stories one ought to write. I did not receive the news directly, so I don’t know context and the like, but I was asked to comment, and I am thinking about what to say when Hadley comes downstairs on a break from school… View Post

There is a partially wrapped English cucumber on our brand new couch. The couch that we purchased for our brand new living room, where, every Saturday and Sunday mornings I joyfully sit next to Jesse – he drinking tea, I drinking coffee, both of us reading books – real, paper books – and every so often we share a line… View Post

On my birthday, some friends and I walked through a small, but lively Art Fair hosted by the lovely neighborhood haunt, York. Handmade cards, prints, and jewelry were among some of the local offerings, and I was equally inspired by the artists’ work as I was with the fact that they’d created anything at all during the pandemic. This is… View Post