by Darcy Wiley | Aug 13, 2015 | Fireflies
They bring in a boombox like a weapon to send us away. Speakers shout out ugly songs, more obnoxious than loud Hawaiian shirts. A twisted face. A gruff voice. Arms crossed. Cigarette smoke clouds our space. Beer swirls with chlorine. Eyes glaze over like frosted glass...
by Darcy Wiley | May 20, 2015 | Fireflies, Pencils & Pens, Sweet Tea
I don’t expect much when I hit publish on a blog post. I know there’s a lot to read on the Internet and my writing takes a little longer to dig into than most. I’m just about as slow in writing social media posts as I am with posting pieces on the blog, so getting my...
by Darcy Wiley | Apr 2, 2015 | Fireflies, Jam, Relish, Sweet Tea, Uncategorized
My thin sweater did nothing to ward away the chill in the air. The smell of wet earth hung on the wind. I slopped my high heels through grass and mud on the way to the stadium where my littlest brother would be sliding the tassel from one side of his cap to the other,...
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 | Jul 28, 2014 | Fireflies, Pocket Change, Uncategorized
Where do I start? There is so much to tell between the beginning and the end of this season’s story, but I’ll go ahead and give you the punchline…we arrived safely. There and back again. Better for the journey. And there were more invitations for...
by Darcy Wiley | Apr 13, 2014 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change
{I’ve just rolled in from the shore and am reaching two years back into the archives to share with you my favorite Palm Sunday ever. Enjoy as you align your heart this holy week.} Palms waved on Palm Sunday, fronds rattling, applause in the wind. I walked...