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 | Aug 28, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Sweet Tea
The dock stands awkward like a kid in high school swim class, skinny legs and tan lines showing. Our little ones sprawl from the diving board into muddy water and go airborne off slides that jut out three feet above the surface. Even toward autumn, the lake feels the...
by Darcy Wiley | Jul 17, 2012 | Sweet Tea
We played marbles today. You lined up thirteen of them in the shape of a cross, tucked the shooter orb between your fingers and flicked it with your thumb. They clicked hard against each other. Half a dozen went spinning off the mat, colors of fire and ice, little...
by Darcy Wiley | Jun 25, 2012 | Buttons & Thread, Gift from the Sea ~ Summer Book Club 2012, Pencils & Pens, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
Within the first ten minutes, while the hood of the van cooled under the shade of a palm tree, she broke free from our grasp and went for the deep end. She steadied herself upright in her life jacket and churned her legs through the water like the blades of a boat...
by Darcy Wiley | Jun 4, 2012 | Gift from the Sea ~ Summer Book Club 2012, Pencils & Pens
My husband has sailed past my horizon line out on a fishing boat beyond reach of cell phone towers. I grab the kids’ swimsuits from the drying rack on the balcony and pack our lunch. Out over the water, a plane sputters by dragging an airborne billboard behind it, an...