Callie Feyen

This happened a few years ago, but it seems relevant for today. Here’s a story that might serve as a warning, that I hope brings on a laugh, and also, that will encourage all of us to keep using what happens to us as good soil for stories.  Today is the day the wheels go up for Santa Fe and… View Post

I am listening to Harper FaceTime her friend. They’re taking turns playing their brass instruments for each other. “When this thing ends,” Harper says, “the first thing I’m gonna do is,” and the two of them share all of what it is they’ll do that they can’t do now. Hadley is in her room on a Zoom call with her… View Post

It is not easy to read “The Fears of Mrs. Orlando,” by Lydia Davis in a dance studio. It is not easy to read about a woman who talks herself out of everything because she is afraid of everything while dancers spin and leap and Pas de bourree to, “We Could Be Heroes.” Mrs. Orlando “tries to prepare for every… View Post

My New Year’s Resolution came from Nicole Gulotta’s book Wild Words. She writes that she wants to think of her life as poetry, and like a poem, I loved the wish before I understood it. Like all resolutions, it hasn’t been easy to figure my life as poetry. Perseverance and I think imagination must come into play. There must be some… View Post

I tell Hadley if she punches in the address to where we are going on her phone, we can listen to her music. It’s an intimidating gesture. We’re driving somewhere we’ve never been, and I’m not sure I’m ready to take on all the words I’ll hear. But, she’s never said, “It’s just a song,” and we both listen to music… View Post