by Darcy Wiley | Jun 4, 2012 | Gift from the Sea ~ Summer Book Club 2012, Pencils & Pens
My husband has sailed past my horizon line out on a fishing boat beyond reach of cell phone towers. I grab the kids’ swimsuits from the drying rack on the balcony and pack our lunch. Out over the water, a plane sputters by dragging an airborne billboard behind it, an...
by Darcy Wiley | May 28, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pencils & Pens, Sweet Tea
Usually, I take to the garden around Mother’s Day. I put a seedling in soil, see my reflection in the silver of the garden spade, and think on where I am in the work of cultivating my children. My husband and I plant and water and know all the while that it’s God who...
by Darcy Wiley | May 24, 2012 | Gift from the Sea ~ Summer Book Club 2012, Self-Care
In my ideal closet, everything has a place: short sleeves on one rod, long sleeves on another, dresses and skirts on another. Belts and strings are tied up at the waist, never dangling. Sleeves are smoothed out. Hangers are equidistant. Each rod is an array of color...
by Darcy Wiley | May 21, 2012 | Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
My husband may as well have been driving us through the construction lane, dodging orange barrels and steamrollers, quaking the tires over unfinished asphalt, and slamming the brakes every 30 seconds, because that’s what my brain felt like it was doing with the...
by Darcy Wiley | May 17, 2012 | Buttons & Thread, Sweet Tea
Her dress stretched taut over her belly like fabric tightened across a needlepoint hoop. It was her third hiding in there, a girl after two boys. But no matter how many times I had seen it happen (or felt it happen), it could never get old, the chance to witness this...