Callie Feyen

The problem is that there are a lot of things I want to resolve. I want to learn to knit. To make sourdough bread. I think quilting would be fun. And writing a book. I’d love to send some of my essays out into the world. I’d love to redesign this blog, and set up a shop for journals, reading… View Post

One Saturday this past fall, I was at a soccer game of Hadley’s. She was playing goalie and during a block, got kicked in the mouth by an attempted goal. I jumped out of the lawn chair I was sitting in and ran on the field towards her, and about five strides in, I started to wonder whether this was… View Post

Some from before Christmas break, and a couple after. Because mostly I wish I could say more than I do, and I feel bad about not being able to say (or write) what it is that would like to come out. Words take so much time. But maybe that isn’t a bad thing. Because while I was partial to Wil… View Post

I’m over at Coffee + Crumbs today talking about Hadley’s aspirations to teach her classmates the song AND dance, “Gigilo.” What’s that? You don’t know about this song? Well, stop over. You’ll not only learn the words, but you’ll read a little story about a similar endeavor I pursued in second grade with some friends of mine. For us, it… View Post

When we left Chicago last week, it was 12 degrees. There’s something about walking outside in the morning and smelling twelve degree air that excites me. I suppose the tingling could be coming from fingers and toes beginning to sting, but there’s something more than that. Twelve degrees for me is nostalgic, for sure, but this sort of bitterness welcomes… View Post