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...
by Darcy Wiley | Sep 28, 2012 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Jam
I pivot the tiny screen on its hinges and almost slam it away in the ceiling of the minivan. “Don’t even ask,” I tell them, “we’re keeping our eyes on the real world today.” I’m lecturing by now, a woman with a diatribe, “There’s so much beauty around us….” A...
by Darcy Wiley | May 28, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pencils & Pens, Sweet Tea
Usually, I take to the garden around Mother’s Day. I put a seedling in soil, see my reflection in the silver of the garden spade, and think on where I am in the work of cultivating my children. My husband and I plant and water and know all the while that it’s God who...