Callie Feyen

We’ve been to South Dakota and Colorado. While we were in Colorado, we stayed with my friend from college, Alison, and her beautiful family.  Our girls became fast friends, each of them crying the night before we had to leave (Hadley in private, Harper full on sobbing in front of everyone). They have promised to be pen pals, and I… View Post

I can’t remember how Abbigail of Inkwells and Images and I met, but it was via writing, I know that.  I think it’s safe to say that we both love words and we both love talking about words, so we came up with an idea. What if we agreed to listen to one of the oodles of podcasts on our,… View Post

My six-year-old daughter, Harper, has frequently stood next to my desk the last few weeks and picked up vol. 3 of The Conium Review and said, “Mommy, I can’t believe you are reading this.” She’s referring to the pictures of ants on the cover. Just two on the front, but a countless splattering of them are on the back. They’re… View Post

I’m trying to start this piece with conflict. Specifically, I’d like to describe a scene with my two daughters and I fighting as we made our way to the blueberry patch; the activity my friend Cara and I planned for the day. I want to describe the fighting because I know it happened, as it does every day. The problem… View Post

I was looking over the girls’ school work from the year, and found this, drawn and written by Harper: That’s quite a valley Harper’s headed towards, don’t you think? Here’s what our alleyway looks like: I’m going to argue though, that Harper is attending to truth in her picture.  The slant she drew might not be accurate, but looking at… View Post