by Darcy Wiley | Oct 30, 2012 | Pencils & Pens, Preserve Your Story {31 Days}
When I turn off the garbage disposal, I hear the sound of leaves shaking outside the window screens. Branches bounce, not in the wind, but with the force of something living. I lift my eyes and catch sight of a tiny trapeze artist swinging and jumping and somehow...
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 26, 2012 | Pencils & Pens, Preserve Your Story {31 Days}, Sweet Tea
We’ve talked about writing what makes you cry, writing your everyday mercies found in the accidental collage in your junk drawer, writing timeless truths in the fresh language of kid’s quotables, writing your brokenness and writing the story-lines of answered prayer....
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 23, 2012 | Fireflies, Pencils & Pens, Preserve Your Story {31 Days}
We rolled up to the farm and flung the doors open. The firstborn knew what to do with the fields in sight. He galloped. He jumped. He turned himself upside down then right side up, somersaulting himself on repeat over unkempt grass and dirt. Like Erika at The Life...
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 21, 2012 | Pencils & Pens, Preserve Your Story {31 Days}, Sweet Tea
I combed through gritty words and searched for my own like a beachcomber after high tide. I pictured this particular shell opening up to look like a butterfly with wings spread. I imagined the swish of the surf, like young love, and then straight away came the weight...
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 17, 2012 | Pencils & Pens, Preserve Your Story {31 Days}, Sweet Tea
We’d read the book so many times that our two-year-old boy had the thing memorized, every line of Duck in the Truck. He’d look at the pictures and recite the story in happy sing-song toddlerese. He’s got the gift of good memory and we’re steering it the best we can....
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 16, 2012 | Buttons & Thread, Pencils & Pens, Preserve Your Story {31 Days}
A piece of history was set to be put out for the garbage if we didn’t come pick it up, this giant music box handmade in the 1920s right here in my state. My husband and his dad drove 20 hours round-trip through swarms of cicadas to bring it home. We had hopes for...