Callie Feyen

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

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