Callie Feyen

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

It’s been a good year. We’ve tried ballet, and soccer. We got to the city for pizza and burgers and museums and triathlons. We got to climb on a ship at the mouth of the Mississippi. We got to stand behind a podium and tell a story. I adore the family I’m in. This week, I’m website hopping. It’s similar… View Post

Harper wrote a story. It’s about a friend who recently moved away.   p. 5 – “When she left I gave her a wintery hug. p. 6 – “And she left. Waaaaa!” Yes, wouldn’t a snow party be grand? This last page slays me. “Well if you don’t have your friend then you can be mine or make new friends… View Post