Callie Feyen

Around here we’re hanging out at Busboys and Poets on Langston Hughes’ birthday. May I suggest the sweet potato pancakes with a side of “April Rain Song?” Around here I don’t know how, but I convinced Jesse to dye my hair back to brown. Almost blond was fun.  Almost blond was real fun. But it was time for something else…. View Post

My senior year of college, I lived in a grey house on the corner of Sherman and Gladstone in Grand Rapids, Michigan. It had a great big yard we used once for a graduation party, a kitchen with enough room to prepare ramen and brew coffee, plus sit around a wooden kitchen table, our books open for studying but it… View Post

We’ve had a couple of snow days here and there. Last week, we had a day off from school plus a delay, and Saturday the snow started to fall around nine in the morning and didn’t stop all day. Snow days are always a nice pause. I wondered if I’d think that when I went back to work, and I… View Post

In January I wrote about my New Year’s Resolution, and so far I’ve been finding ways to pursue this endeavor. I also mentioned that sometimes I’d write about what it is I’m creating, and I’d like to share the Soundtrack of Your Life project that was the first project I assigned my students in 2015. Basically, what they were to… View Post

Because the structure of this sentence startled me in church when I heard it and I had to write it down. I guess it’s a poetic example of “fully God, fully human.” Because I’m reading L’Engle’s Glimpses of Grace in the mornings while my coffee brews (instead of checking my phone; a terribly boring and trite habit I’m desperately trying… View Post