by Darcy Wiley | Jan 18, 2012 | Jam, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
Tiny notes hammered on the hidden harp float up into my little ears and flutter about like snowflakes looking for a place to land. My daddy’s voice comes in on lead. Reverb passes through walls like the resurrected Christ. Warm in this fortress, I open my eyes and...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 11, 2012 | Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
I have squeezed his shoulder with the Vulcan death grip. I have growled low and almost yelled out “I am Mommy, hear me roar!” I have stared him down and let him know not to cross me. All this in the middle of the grocery. He sits next to his little sister, too close...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 5, 2012 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
We balanced ourselves as we skied down the slippery steps and headed toward the tree line. My hound tugged against the leather leash and pulled me like he was a snow dog making tracks out in the wild. It was as close as we could get to such a thing– our...