by Darcy Wiley | Jan 17, 2013 | Buttons & Thread, Sweet Tea
On her tippy toes, belly bent over the edge of the sink, she reaches with all her little girl might and cranes her neck just to get a sip of water. She doesn’t sigh or complain. This is the last hurdle before nap time and sometimes I find myself wanting to flush the...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 15, 2013 | Sweet Tea
I hadn’t payed much attention to what I was wearing yesterday morning. I had rolled out of bed in my pajamas and stayed in them after sending my son off to school. But when I opened my browser to enter my details in little boxes for the second go ‘round of...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 11, 2013 | Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
The woman unbuckles her shoes and settles bare feet on stone tile that glows with the colors coming through stained glass panels, a holy narrative to light the path. Sturdy brocade in white and gold hangs down to her ankles, the beauty of a bridal gown. She stood in...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 3, 2013 | Sweet Tea
I’m not much for multi-tasking. I’m no good at tweeting (or doing much of anything) in the middle of spoken conversation. When there are preparations to be made and sick little ones to care for and people to catch up with and celebrations to attend, I find...
by Darcy Wiley | Dec 17, 2012 | Sweet Tea
In the wee hours of Saturday morning, our Kindergartener wailed until we woke and rushed to his room, our eyes squinting at the sight of vomit-covered carpet. For more than an hour, we bent ourselves over the mess and comforted him in his sickness, a repeat of what...
by Darcy Wiley | Dec 13, 2012 | Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
We circle up under the light of the tree, the firstborn leaning hard into my side and bending his head close to see the words, my little girl taking her place on what’s left of my lap, the baby in hiding filling me toward fullness. I turn the page and read aloud...