Callie Feyen

“Hadley?” “Hmm?” “Hadley?” “Hmm?” “Hadley?” “Harper. What?” “How much do you love me?” Lately, Harper’s been telling us before she goes to bed, “I love you more than you love me.” She says it in a sing-song, silly voice that I’ve come to learn she uses when she’s feeling unsure about something.  These days, she’s interested in measuring love, and… View Post

These kids twelve years ago. Here they are about a week ago: In the first picture, we were at Macri’s, a little deli and bakery across the street from The East Race in South Bend, Indiana. I always got an order of jalepeno poppers and a California wrap which I’m sure people from California would say, “This is NOT anything… View Post

In high school, we had a five minute passing period to get from class to class. This seems like a reasonable amount of time, but we were always late. “We,” being the almost 2,000 high schoolers that made up Oak Park and River Forest High Schoool. We are the Huskies! And we are always late! So the administration decided that… View Post

I am to tell you good work, congratulations, and good luck in high school, and I will tell you these things, but first I want to tell you a secret: I had no plans to teach this year. All my lesson plans and “how to teach” books, everything I learned about teaching in college had all been thrown away years… View Post

  {Sat} on the Metro going towards Farragut to watch this year’s Listen To Your Mother performance.  Nothin’ wrong with a Metro ride into the city. That’s what I always say. The performances were fantastic. There’s something special and brave about getting dressed up and telling and listening to stories. I wished I could’ve talked to each of the cast… View Post