by Callie | Oct 24, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope, writing
(Warning: Game of Thrones Spoiler! Because I’m a dork. Also, because I care.) I used to feel the seasons more. I plucked this line into my phone last weekend as I watched my kids pop their heads in and out of the pumpkin display at the apple orchard we...
by Callie | Oct 16, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope
I am currently enrolled in a course that is designed to help us ole bloggers improve our content and become more intentional writers, and in so doing, grow our following. My assignment today was to write a blog post about the core of what River and Quill is about. I...
by Callie | Oct 5, 2017 | chronic disease, chronic illness, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope
I ran into someone this week who asked me, “Are you sick?” I explained to her what was going on with my health, and I honestly didn’t mind talking about it. However, as I walked away from our conversation, I found myself with an unwelcomed feeling. I was unsettled,...
by Callie | Sep 28, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, encouragement, hope
I have designed this blog to be a place of inspiration and hope. I want it to feel like you just sat down on the couch, in front of a fire, with your favorite drink, surrounded by a bunch of friends who want to help you through whatever you are going through. With...
by Callie | Sep 21, 2017 | beautiful, chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, hope
I quote from my big green book quite frequently on Instagram. I love this old book. I like to think that it was just waiting for me to find it, all these years, as it sat, in the second row of books, on the back wall, at the used book shop. It was published in...
by Callie | Sep 14, 2017 | chronic disease, chronic illness, creative, creativity, diagnosis, discouragement, encouragement, Grief, hope
After I came home from the “death session” (the cystoscopy which diagnosed Interstitial Cystitis), I found myself in a new predicament: I felt foreign; like an alien in my own skin. My thoughts were broadcasting in German, or Russian, or some sort of combination of...
