by Darcy Wiley | Nov 12, 2014 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers
I’m burned out again on man-made things, the light of screens that trigger something in my brain or my self-esteem and keep me up at night thinking, thinking, thinking, spinning in mental circles, striving in thought, my imagination making up new ways I’m lacking or...
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 31, 2014 | Fresh-Cut Flowers
Gray low-hanging clouds block the blue and sunshine. The air is warm, but the violent wind hisses this won’t last long. It rips leaves from high branches and sends them flying. Down a hill and off the path, we swish our feet in fire-colored leaves already on the...
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 7, 2014 | Pencils & Pens, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
Today, I’m honored to be hosting newly published author, Allison K. Flexer, who also happens to be a member of my online writing group, the Story Circle. While Allison’s book is a gift to the single woman in particular, her message will resonate with...
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 6, 2014 | Pencils & Pens, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
When I was a pre-teen, my music minister dad opened the hymn book and sang out the second, third and fourth lines of notes to me. Ever since then, I’ve been listening for the harmony. Usually, I like to find the line no one else is singing to bring out the fullness of...
by Darcy Wiley | Sep 18, 2014 | Buttons & Thread, Pencils & Pens, Sweet Tea
Over the trees, the sound of trumpets came to me. Drums bellowed back at mallets punching. Summer days, the marching band played like always. I could hear it from my backyard. Some days it was the sound of war, other days of celebration. I knew something was coming...