by Darcy Wiley | Sep 15, 2019 | Self-Care
For two seasons, I work away at the keyboard, writing the simplest sounds and phrases for people who don’t know them yet. My students, international employees at local warehouses, are the ones who turn America’s internet orders into real stuff that shows up on our...
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 17, 2012 | Buttons & Thread, Sweet Tea
Her dress stretched taut over her belly like fabric tightened across a needlepoint hoop. It was her third hiding in there, a girl after two boys. But no matter how many times I had seen it happen (or felt it happen), it could never get old, the chance to witness this...
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...