Callie Feyen

When I sit down to write, I pretend I am speaking at an event. I’m the plenary at the Festival of Faith and Writing, for example. Or I’m giving my acceptance speech for this year’s Newbery Award. Once, I pretended I was giving the commencement speech at the University of Notre Dame. I was never a student there, but I… View Post

This was said by a southern journalist (well, he sounded southern) on NPR who was reporting on high school kids’ first time dissecting frogs. Never in my life have I wanted to take part in dissection but hearing clips of the kids screeching with disgust followed by, “Wait, this is interesting. This is cool!” made me wish I was in… View Post

This past summer Hadley and I were book buddies, an easy, no fuss activity that allows you and your child to discuss (via writing, of course) a book together.  Here’s what you need: – A book that you agree to read together (Hadley and I agreed to alternate the book choices. So I’ll see her Captain Underpants and raise her… View Post

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