Callie Feyen

As I work on finishing one of my manuscripts, I want to start a series called, “Wore|Read|Wrote.” They’ll be short posts on something I wore, read, and wrote, and how they’re connected. The morning I shared a poem from Handsprings was cold; not spring-like at all. In fact, if I didn’t know the time of year, the sky looked like a… View Post

To get to the church we are thinking about becoming members of, we walk down this part-alley, part-street. Nobody stays on the sidewalk, we all walk down the center of the street. Harper skips, Hadley walks alongside Jesse asking him question after question, quietly, because there’s something about this short walk that brings on the “what ifs” and “how does”… View Post

I met Kristin last August in Detroit during our teacher in-services for University Preparatory Academy, the Middle School I was teaching in last year. Our first conversation was about what we remember about our favorite teachers; a question we were to answer as a part of those “get to know me” situations. I don’t remember what I said, nor do… View Post

{FOUND} out that the way to get from West Virginia to Ohio is to cross this here bridge. The girls and I drove home from Raleigh last week and I’ve been thinking about the grace there is in a bridge that helps me get from one state to the next. Seems to me a sturdy bridge with a beautiful view… View Post

Part of my job is to inventory books, which, I suppose sounds dreadfully boring, but for me it is quite sacred to hold a story in my hands and enter the ISBN, Title, and Author into the school’s system. It feels like a birthright, I think. It’s also terribly tempting to take a minute, or the equivalent of my lunch… View Post