Callie Feyen

I can still feel how good it felt to write one of my first blog posts. It was about Hadley’s lack of napping, and I was so frustrated because I couldn’t get her to sleep more than 45 minutes. I sat down to write about it, and in my writing, I dug up something humorous in my voice. It was… View Post

Of course you’re busy thinking about school supplies and lunch boxes.  Last week, Hadley, Harper, and I were getting into the car to go somewhere and Harper said, “The wind sounds different.  It sounds like fall wind.” We listened for a second to see if we could hear the difference between seasonal winds, and I swear I heard the sound… View Post

I suppose I could introduce you to Celena without talking about myself, but I don’t want to. I met Celena on a soccer field behind Percy Julian Junior High during lunch break. I was talking to Chris York, a kid I’ve known since I was six, when Celena walked up to us and said, “Hey.” Junior High is a strange… View Post

  I read Life of Pi this summer, and these quotations, both from the same page, seem to be nice summaries of the way writers can come to the page. I hope I’m never a writer that confirms what you already know. I hope I always see the world differently after I’ve lifted my pen from the page, and I hope… View Post

What is hitting me in the face with the force of a semi-truck is the fact that Hadley is growing up. Third grade is not Kindergarten. Third grade is showing hints of a stage that I am not feeling ready for. Like all the stages, the getting them to sleep stage, the learning how to walk stage, the potty training… View Post