by Darcy Wiley | Oct 14, 2013 | A Less Digital Life, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
It was a sad sight–where there used to be a Barnes & Noble sign, there was now a grotesque orange font with a smiley-faced jack-o-lantern inviting us into the pop-up Halloween City. The sign advertising kids costumes lured us in. We fell for it. Maybe they’d...
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 | 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 | Apr 5, 2012 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers
Palms waved on Palm Sunday, fronds rattling, applause in the wind. I walked hand-in-hand with my firstborn toward our abandoned umbrella, its fringe fluttering near the shoreline. Bare feet shuffled over sandy cobblestone, felt the grit, the heat. I clicked my tongue...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 6, 2012 | Fireflies, Jam
The night sky was free of clouds The village fields held no fire The people sang their pain out loud There they danced and never tired Off the map and through the mountains I stumbled on that place And found a harvest ripe with stars In the fields of outer space He...