Callie Feyen

In 2003, I was asked to come back to Covenant Christian School, the first school I taught at, and give a graduation speech. It was a small school – one hallway – and the middle school was just getting started (I got to help start it), so this class was small. Two students: Eddie and Zach. Here is my introduction…. View Post

Mr. Blackburn insisted we write in cursive, and we write the entire word of the month, and not something lazy like 12-21-90. No, no. It was December. It was 1990. Four days before Christmas, on the fourth floor of Oak Park and River Forest High School, Mr. Blackburn asked us to interact with a poem, and here is what I… View Post

My reading schedule for the chapter “Various Tragedies” in Emily of New Moon fell during a time when my town was experiencing one large tragedy, which I am sure was the result of smaller, various tragedies – slits on ice that we all thought was thick enough to withstand – and I was afraid to read it. A girl the… View Post

Because I know the minimalist lifestyle is the right thing to do, and to know your colors is to know yourself, but every so often I want to not know a thing or two about who I am and what I’m all about and so I go to the library because it is in the library that I can make… View Post

When Your son is crowned and we are shattered like pottery will the broken and sharp pieces – all of what we’ve done wrong all of what made You angry – will those pieces become part of Your son’s crown, too? A Poetry Project inspired by Megan Willome’s Substack: “The Sheep Speaks.”