Callie Feyen

Two things would be sure to happen on my wedding day: 1) I would wear a dress that Scarlet O’Hara would be envious of, and 2) my Grandpa would do the ceremony. My then boyfriend, Jesse, asked me to marry him one crisp evening in November. The following I day, I asked my Grandpa if he would officiate it. Then… View Post

  {Home} after a weekend in Chicago where I went to my 20 year high school reunion on one day, and a memorial service for my Grandpa on the next day.  I’m quite conflicted about this pairing of events. I spent a lot of time writing about high school for my thesis and back in Oak Park, as I walked… View Post

Dear Mabel Day, Once upon a time your daddy and I had nothing to do on New Years’ Eve. We were in high school, I was a junior and he a freshman, and our parents, your grandparents, left for the evening’s festivities with their friends, leaving your dad and I by ourselves. We called some friends and we thought that,… View Post

1. The table is finished! Come over and sit at it with me.  I’ll make coffee and we can tell each other stories. What’s your favorite book? We can start there. 2. My essay “Dodging Skittles and Other Fears,” is featured at Altarwork, a brand new publication that is interested in faith and the creative arts. What do you know?… View Post

I’ve given birth to the real Fancy Nancy.  Harper is taking ballet this fall, and she is to wear a black leotard and pink tights. Her hair must be in a bun.  Harper obliges, but in the evenings she puts the attire on you see above, and we walk around the neighborhood and survey the construction near the library.  The… View Post