Callie Feyen

On the way to church Sunday, Hadley asked if either of us knew someone who had a photographic memory.  Jesse and I both admitted that we’re sure we’ve known people with this sort of memory, though we couldn’t name them. “I’m reading a book with a girl who has a photographic memory,” Hadley told us as we rounded the off… View Post

In my 7th grade class, we are reading The Wednesday Wars. Holling Hoodhood, the main character, has to stay with his teacher Mrs. Baker on Wednesday afternoons. (This is because he is Presbyterian, and does not have any religious classes to go to like his Catholic and Jewish friends.) They begin to read Shakespeare together, and he gets bit by the bard’s way… View Post

If there is one thing that’s fabulous about keeping a blog (or journal, or planner, or whatever you like that helps you record your days), it’s being able to go back to previous Septembers and read what was going on, nod your head and say, “OK, you were in a funk then. OK, you don’t handle transitions well. OK, you… View Post

{Trying} to make Friday after school snacks fun, like happy hour.  This past Friday I whipped up some chocolate pudding for the girls and threw in some rainbow sprinkles because just about everything tastes better with rainbow sprinkles. The girls were off the walls a few minutes after eating it, but it was Friday and they’d finished their first week… View Post

In second grade, Hadley watched caterpillars grow into butterflies. This probably says a terrible amount about my educational endeavors, but I remember doing this project in college. I remember walking to the science building early in the morning and again at the end of the day to check on the caterpillars. I find it peaceful thinking about Hadley walking into… View Post