Callie Feyen

Mercutio died this week. And Tybalt, too, but it was Mercutio that left a palpable silence in the classroom. “Why is he talking so much?” one student asks as Mercutio dies. He doesn’t understand why Mercutio would take the time to be sarcastic, “No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but ’tis… View Post

I hope you don’t mind I made a few changes to the blog. Instead of the evocative title, “Callie’s Blog,” we’re going to be known around here as “Notes.” It’s a nod to this little place I set up camp at in 2007 when I tried to keep track of a few  memories during naptime. The idea now is that… View Post

My friend and editor at Makes You Mom, Laura Brown, wrote a list of Twenty Things She Loves and I thought I’d do the same because a making a list is a great way to find a story. If you are interested in writing but don’t know where or how to start, try a “things I love” list and the… View Post

It is eight in the morning on a Wednesday and I’m placing Harper’s Winnie-the-Pooh stuffed animal, we call him Bear, into the washing machine. I put him in there with some small throw blankets and turn the dial to delicate and then, with a tremendous amount of anxiety, I shut the lid and start the cycle. I don’t know how… View Post

I listen to country music and it’s all Darius Rucker’s fault. You know, I met him once. We were both in Calvin College’s Fieldhouse on a Saturday in the spring of 1995, my freshman year. I was there for a concert, and he was there to give the concert. His band, Hootie and the Blowfish, was opening for Toad the… View Post