Callie Feyen

It was Stasia Savasuk, one of the brightest, spunkiest fashion gals I know who suggested we add something else to our outfit, and this was what I had in mind when I paired the black and white flats with the yellow, royal blue, and brown clutch my mother-in-law gave me a few years ago. I like the idea of adding… View Post

Here’s a question I was asked by a writing friend a few months ago, that I thought was interesting: How do I hang on to the energy of my memory so that it sustains me in my writing and I create something? I am always eager to sit down with a bright, new, shiny memory. The writing is fast and… View Post

I bought the yellow flats when I was utterly overwhelmed. I can say that now, looking back, but I wouldn’t have admitted it then. Still, the signs were there, and one of them was the struggle I was having deciding on what to wear. I wasn’t interested in much, and I was afraid of a lot. The yellow flats were… View Post

It is Wednesday and the sun’s out, and I don’t know when it’ll come out again, so I go to Beezy’s on my lunch break to get a coffee. Beezy’s is this cute coffeeshop that is the equivalent to Luke’s in the Gilmore Girls; yellow and bright and friendly. If you ask for the special vegetarian sandwich it comes with… View Post

We walk outside for school in the morning, and Harper gasps, “Oh, Mommy, look at our driveway!” “Spring was here,” she says, “and left a fresh carpet on our road.” We back out of our driveway and I return Harper’s gasp when I see this: “I had no idea that tree would do that,” I say, trying to capture those… View Post