Callie Feyen

This is a picture of me trying to hold my balance at the Children’s Museum in downtown Ann Arbor. A couple of Sundays ago, we went to church, went to a breakfast nook called The Broken Egg, spent a few minutes in Literati, and then here, to try and do some balancing. The Broken Egg seems like a sad name,… View Post

“Something changes in us when we travel,” so says Volume 20 of Kinfolk magazine. “…it’s what we do with those memories once we’ve unpacked our suitcases that really makes a difference in the long run.” I ate the last of the Florida oranges this morning, its skin was thin and flecks of brown covered the orange so that it seemed more native… View Post

Around here we’re home improving and some of us get bored with such trivial matters, so we pull out silly putty and put it on various parts of our sibling’s body in Home Depot. Around here we have some work to do. Around here we’ve picked out flooring. Around here we’ve picked out paint, or, Harper’s picked it out. She… View Post

About a block from my school is a park with a playground. Several of the kids who walk home dash there after school, and watching sixth, seventh, and eighth graders goof off in that area is my favorite part of the day. I try not to look like a creeper, but I drive as slow as I can because watching… View Post

This is a picture of a coffee shop I found in the basement of a watch shop. It’s one of the most beautiful coffee shops in the world, I am sure of it. It’s quiet save for the humming of that melodious noise of perfect coffee drinks being prepared, and the soft sounds of Elliot Smith wondering about all things… View Post