Callie Feyen

Hadley is wearing lip gloss. She’s wearing lipgloss and at times it looks as though she’s kissed a frosted pink donut, and left that donut naked. No glaze. No sprinkles. Just a sorry piece of fried dough. As I’m pondering how to go about talking to Hadley about subtlety and the chastity of reapplication, I remembered a Wednesday afternoon in… View Post

{FOUND} I found a lot of things this month: a library with a coffee shop in it AND a fairy door (Ann Arbor, you’re so charming I could just kiss you), a new job (I’m an At-Risk Literacy Specialist in the Ypsilanti Public Schools), and DIMO’S. Dimo’s is what I want to talk about. You got your BLT sandwiches, your… View Post

The daylight lasts a little longer each day, but 3:30-5:30 time period still feels dense and not so much dreadful, but like something needs to begin but it won’t because something else needs to rest, but there’s no time to rest. It’s not like in the summer when these hours are still thick with heat and sunlight and you know… View Post

Ain’t nobody eating the pears I bought and I don’t know what I was thinking buying them. They are really disgusting looking. The color is scary. They’re muddy yellow with brown streaks in them and you’re thinking, “Those are called rotten pears,” except you’re wrong. These are fresh pears. Fresh pears that nobody will eat because we’re afraid. Even Jesse,… View Post

That’s a nice winter picture, isn’t it? I love the snow. I wonder when I am going to not love snow. Perhaps March? Here are a few things that went on in January: {What I Tried} – My first trail run. My habit is to run down busy streets partly because my ego keeps me running (what if the drivers… View Post