Girl Meets Lauren

Callie readingI am so happy to introduce you to Callie Feyen who is sharing a story that shows her special bond with her dad and how he encouraged her to write as part of the Dads Are Awesome! series. Callie lives in the Washington DC suburbs with her husband Jesse and their two daughters Hadley and Harper. Callie is an 8th grade English teacher who recently earned her MFA in Creative Writing from Seattle Pacific University. Her work has appeared in AltarworkCoffee + Crumbs, and The Banner. You’ll also find Callie on Her Twitter handle is: @calliefeyen.

When I’m reading a book, I often daydream about how I would teach it. If I were teaching Girl Meets God, I would make sure to read the chapter “Albermarle Pilgrimage” out loud. I would suggest my students pair up and read it interpretively because the trip Winner and her mother take in an attempt to locate Jan Karon is delightful and hilarious. It would be fun to watch one of my students be the mother, explaining to Lauren how impossible it is to locate Karon’s home while another student plays Winner jumping up and down screaming, “I know! I know! We can go on a drive and find her farm! It’ll be like a pilgrimage!” (262) We would discuss why this is so funny: the mother calmly explaining why this is a ridiculous idea while her graduate school daughter exuberantly ignores her; the use of explanation points (you can hear the screaming); the confession that Winner regresses when she’s at her mom’s.

I’d have my students make tour guide pamphlets of Albermarle County using only what they read from Winner’s chapter in order to show them how well she knows the area: They could draw pictures of Thomas Jefferson, William Faulkner, and maybe Rita Mae Brown’s “feline sleuth, ‘Sneaky Pie Brown.” (261) They could put an ad or coupon in the brochure for Toliver House, one of Winner’s mom’s favorite restaurants, or Spudnuts, “the locally famed establishment that makes doughnuts from potato flour.” (264) I would point out how Winner’s ability to bring the reader into the setting enhances the story. We are not just looking for Jan Karon with Winner and her mother. We are wondering about Grace Episcopal Church and it’s Blessing of Hounds service. We are looking out the window from the car at “the estate from which Benjamin Franklin’s grandson executed his short-lived Virginia medical career.” (265)

I’d point out that this story isn’t really about Jan Karon, rather, it’s about Winner and her mother. We’d talk about what we learn from the quick rhythm of the dialogue: the two are funny,  and they riff off each other’s quirks. I’d point out Winner’s last sentences; that being with her mom driving through Albermarle County was what this trip was really about.

I’d give my students a writing assignment: write about a time you and a parent set out to do something, but reveal character through setting and dialogue so that the story ends up not really being about the thing you set out to do.

Finally, if I were teaching today, I’d tell them the story of the time I met Lauren Winner. It was at the Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin College. I was sitting in a lounge chair by the fireplace eating a chocolate chip cookie, and making doodles in the margins a piece of paper that listed the names of speakers and sessions for the day, when Winner sat down next to me. She sort of plopped down, actually, and looked my way because I was staring at her.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” I said back. And then I walked away to call my dad and tell him I just talked to Lauren Winner.

Nobody would ever know from looking at him or even talking to him that my dad is a Big Important Guy at a medical university in Chicago. I’m not even sure he knows this about himself. He is not charismatic. He’s not aggressive or loud. He’s slow to speak and has a quiet confidence that people assume is timidity and docility. But he is a Big Important Guy and you can’t just call him at work in the middle of the day and expect he’ll answer. He won’t. His secretary answers all his calls and rarely puts people through. Unless you are his daughter, a title I loved claiming when she answered.

“This is Callie,” I sort of whispered into the phone. I was outside, crouched behind some bushes. I must’ve thought I was relaying top-secret information.

When he answered, I shot up from behind the bushes like a groundhog, or mole, or one of those squirrely critters. “Dad!” I said breathlessly, and then realized I was standing and sank back down behind the bushes. Apparently none of those other writers and readers walking around Calvin College’s campus could know of the words that Lauren Winner and I exchanged.

“I just talked to Lauren Winner!”

“Ha! That’s great! What’d you talk about?”

“Nothing!” Admitting this did not squash my excitement at all. “She said, ‘hey,’ and then I said, ‘hey.”

“And then what happened?”

“I came out here and called you!”

We both laughed. I, at the ridiculousness of my non-anecdote, and probably my dad was laughing at that, too. But he knew my enthusiasm for Girl Meets God and he knew how much I wanted to write. I think he was laughing because he knew I was enjoying myself.

The tickets to the Festival were a Christmas present from him along with Frederick Buechner’s book, Speak What We Feel (Not What We Ought to Say): Reflections on Literature and Faith. On the receipt for the tickets, he wrote, “Have fun listening to your friends.” He always called the writers I loved my friends, a joke, I knew, but I also think he understood that their stories became a part of, grew with, and changed me, as the best of friends can do.

“You should stop by the IMAGE table and see if they have information on their MFA program,” my dad suggested.

I told him OK but I’d never consider applying for an MFA.

I would call my dad three more times at work over the next eight years. Two of those phone calls would be to tell him that his granddaughters, first Hadley and then Harper, had been born. And one of them would be to tell him that I’d been accepted to Seattle Pacific University’s MFA program, where I’d be working with Lauren Winner.

“Maybe you’ll say more to her than, ‘hey,” he said, laughing.

*This was originally posted on Callie’s blog:

Dadseries(1)This post is a part of the week long series Dads are Awesome!, which runs from June 15-21 in honor of dads that rock everywhere.


You Chose Me and I Chose You.

I am starting the Johanna’s Mama  Dads are Awesome! series 2015 with a reflection on my own father.Although my family isn’t exactly traditional, my hope is that you see God’s grace in my life throughout this post.

The year was 1980. After months of trying to become pregnant, Sylvia gave up and concentrated on weightloss instead. It was going beautifully! She was enjoying the new body she was beginning to cultivate. Unfortunately she noticed she was getting queasy and something wasn’t quite right. She sat in the doctor’s office and they said the three little words she had given up on hearing: You are pregnant. And at that very moment her life changed forever. Her marriage too.

The relationship she had with her husband was rocky and continued to decline due to his alcoholism. While pregnant, Sylvia was verbally and physically abused. Finally she decided that she had enough. She asked God that if it was his will, that he end it. Show her a way out. The very next day her husband left her. 30, very much pregnant, and alone away from her family, she finally found peace. She washed her hands of her marriage and kept moving forward. That cold December, I was born.

That is part of the story of my birth that my mother told me a few times in life. She held it in until I was older and able to understand and handle the circumstances. She never wanted me to hate my biological father. She wanted me to love him in spite of. In spite of how he treated her. In spite of the fact that I barely knew him. In spite of the fact that he was still a functioning alcoholic. And I did, love him. I loved him with the love of God, as she had taught me to do. Honestly, I think there are three factors that kept me from hating my biological father – My mother, my God, my dad.

dadnme2Some folks call him Mack, but since I was a baby I’ve only known him as dad. He came into my life when I was about 1 1/2 years old. My mom tells me that he actually sat her down and told her how much he loved me and wanted to be apart of my life. They weren’t married. They never married. It was the oddest relationship on Earth, admittedly. He lived ten minutes away from us. They courted, but 18 years later decided that it was best they parted. They remained saved individuals while courting. I honestly believe that my mother enjoyed the idea of not having to worry about sharing her space or having real intimacy, but that’s another story for another day. I’ve been told that babies would look at my dad and cry out of fear because he looked stern, but not me. I just smiled and laughed. It seems like I chose him as much as he chose me.

dadnme4Because of him, I never knew what it was like to be a fatherless girl. Some of my fondest memories are tied to him. He made sure that I went to every circus, every monster truck rally, every event in the DC area that was kid friendly. He helped make my memories. And he loved me. For 18 years of my life I never heard him say I love you. I didn’t even realize that until it was haphazardly brought to my attention. It didn’t matter. I knew it. I never second guessed whether or not he loved me. He showed me so overwhelmingly well that I knew. He was there for me all the time. He was present. He didn’t live in the house with me, but he came running when I needed him.

When I was 7 years old I sat up screaming in my mothers bed. That night I had a monster of an Ear ache and it was trying to take me out! I cried and cried and cried. My mother tried to sooth me, but all I could say was “I want daddy!” It was 1am. My mother made the phone call to my dad letting him know what was happening and that I was screaming for him. And he came. Of course he came. That was the kind of father he was. He came and we all went to children’s hospital where I was given antibiotics and eventually drifted off to sleep.

dadnme1I rarely remember my dad saying no to me. He spoiled me real good. He also took time with me. We would go on rides through the country, getting bbq in some far off place surrounded by nothing but clear land. He took me to school every morning, and helped pay for my schooling too. He took me to my eye appointments, the dentist, and to parties. He showed up for every recital, every performance, everything involving me. The way he loved me was perfection.

My dad and I don’t have many heart to hearts because I don’t think either of us are that sappy, but he was always my safe place. A place of calm in the rocky storms of my life. I go to him when I need to hear the familiar because it makes me smile and I instantly begin to feel better. Every time he calls and I have a cold or strep throat, I can count on him to say “have you taken your vitamin c? Get you some tea and squeeze some lemon into it. That’ll cut that stuff right out!” Oh, that makes me smile so. Sometimes I quietly say the words along with him, happy that he hasn’t changed in all these years.

dadnme3He was there on my first day of school, he was there at the father daughter dance. He drove me away to college, and moved me every single time I needed to. He gave me an allowance when I was fresh out of college and broke, and he gave me away on my wedding day. He was there to hold my babygirl the day after she was born, and he has fallen in love with her too. He may not be a perfect man, because no one but Jesus is, but he sure is the perfect father. Because of him, I don’t know what it’s like not to have male attention. Because of him I know more about who I am, what I will accept, and what I won’t. Because of him I’ve learned to be a little more patient,and a lot less angry. He has shaped and molded me as much as my mother did and for that I am forever thankful.

dadnme5For the past year I have had quite a few dinners with my biological father. It was strange to me in the beginning that it was much more like two acquaintances getting to know each other. I thought getting to know him would fill something inside of me that I didn’t know needed to be filled. It didn’t. It didn’t because my dad had already done that work. Isn’t that God’s grace?

dadnme6My story is rare. A man that comes into a woman’s life and decides that he is going to be a father to her daughter, no matter what, and commits himself to that role for life. You don’t have to tell me that I’m blessed, I know it. I don’t take it for granted, and my heart will always hold my dad in the highest regard.

Dadseries(1)This post is a part of the week long series Dads are Awesome!, which runs from June 15-21 in honor of dads that rock everywhere.


Dads Are Awesome! Series 2015

Recently I had an idea spark, and I frantically took to twitter and facebook to try to make it happen. A series to celebrate fathers during the week of Fathers Day. How blessed am I that great writers answered my call? This series is very important to me. Fathers are so often overlooked, seen as babysitters, or as secondary parents. They just sit in the background merely existing, if they’re around at all! They are deadbeats who don’t really care about raising their children, they just want to get out of it. They don’t have a connection to their kids the way that mothers do. They are only meant to provide. Those are the messages that society tells us and many believe them. Well, I don’t. I am blessed to be able to say I see great fathers all the time! It’s not rare. I see them on my commutes, at the grocery store, in my church, in my family. I see them everywhere. Father’s that really give a darn about their daughters and sons. Father’s that want to see their families succeed and prosper. Because of this, I wanted to honor fathers this Father’s Day week. I want to share amazing stories from amazing writers about just how awesome father’s are and what an impact they have on our lives. I hope you enjoy this series and really take it to heart. I pray that it causes you to pause and pick up the phone to thank the men in your life that rock as father’s. They deserve it.


When the Child Becomes the Teacher

My daughter has had a playful and stubborn personality since she was in the womb. When people ask me about my pregnancy with her, I often tell two stories that both show how even in pregnancy God was trying to prepare me for her personality.
Johanna's Mama(4)When I was about 8 months pregnant I was lying in bed being the exhausted human being I had come to be while watching my husband play Call of Duty. Suddenly the baby began to move and I brought it to his attention so that he could watch my belly and be in awe. As soon as he turned around she, of course, stopped moving, so he decided to tap my belly. Oddly enough, after 2 breaths Johanna tapped back . Thinking it was just a fluke he did it again and again, Johanna tapped back. This went on for the next minute until he decided to jump back into his game. When he left the game he was playing with her she continued to tap for a few seconds longer wondering where he had gone because she wasn’t done playing yet. I tried tapping in his absence and didn’t get a response.

The second story I tell is of how painful my pregnancy become. By the time I gave birth to her at 37 weeks I was measuring 51 weeks. My body was stretched out and utterly exhausted. I had a anterior placenta, and this made Johanna like to hang out facing my back. I also had a very roomy uterus. The doctor said “wow! you can fit 3 or 4 babies in there!” Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Thank God for only one. With all of this extra room Johanna had space and freedom to flip around all day, and she did just that. One of her favorite things to do was to lie down so that her right heel would dig into me right below my right breast. It was a sharp pain that would not go away. I did everything I could to get her to move her foot. I pushed it. I tried shifting positions. I tried to reason with her like a mad woman. Nothing worked! I knew right then that she was stubborn as a mule and that I had my work cut out for me. She actually didn’t stop digging into me until I gave birth. So rude.
2yrsToday Johanna’s favorite thing to do is play. Nothing is better to her than playing, especially not eating, or sleeping. If she could she would play all day everyday for the rest of her life. And as you may have guessed, her daddy is her favorite person to play with. When he’s tired and wants to get ready for bed, she dissolves into tears, not understanding why playtime can’t go on forever, although clearly she too is sleepy as her big eyes begin drooping and her speech becomes confusing. And then she fights with everything she has in her against us. Not just at bedtime, but pretty much anytime she is playing and doesn’t want to stop to do something we deem important. Then we have a standoff, the battle of the wills.

There comes moments when I find myself disappointed in Johanna, usually followed by confusion. When she doesn’t really try in an area that I find important, or when she’s disobedient and ends up dropping the plate of food on the carpet just like I told her she would if she didn’t sit down while eating. It makes me frustrated and curious as to why she feels like my instructions are mere suggestions. When I speak to her about it, she continues on playing, dancing around the living as if she doesn’t have a care in the world, all while answering me. Stubbornly she has decided that playing is way more important than anything I am talking about and since she wants to play, that’s just what she’ll do. She’s usually pretty aloof and in her own world, causing me to raise my voice and verbally shake her, so that she can calm down, stand still, and give me an answer. Then as she snaps out of her world and comes to the realization that mommy isn’t playing, and this is serious, she dissolves into tears, and my confusion deepens.

Clearly kids need discipline. I keep trying to train up my child in the way that she should go, but I think my manual is broken. I think I need one that tells me how to deal with a hippie kid. I’m still trying to get this discipline thing just right with her (I’ll probably perfect it by the time she goes to college),but in the meantime, I’ve realized that I can learn a lot from Johanna.

Whenever I run into a problem it stops me in my tracks. Sometimes it ruins my day for a couple of hours, other times it takes all of my attention and it’s all I can focus on. I’m a naturally happy person, and I usually just deal with issues head on, but more often than not these days they leave their scar on me. It’s taking more and more energy to just get up and keep it moving, like Johanna does. When I look at her in those moments, I realize that it really is up to me how I decide to deal with things in life. I can continue to let the joy of the Lord drive me through it, carrying me high like i don’t have a care in the world, or I can let it stop me cold and welcome in fear, anger, doubt, and slowly spin out of control. I never was the kind to cry about spilt milk, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t grumble while cleaning it up. Johanna doesn’t grumble. She just cleans it and sings a song she made up while doing it. Then she goes right back to that happy place I snatched her out of in my frustration, seeming as if she didn’t care that the milk was spilt. She cared, but it didn’t stop her happiness. She cared, but she knew it wasn’t the end of the world and all she had to do was clean it and move on. She cared, but she chose to not let it change who she was. Just about everytime that she cleans up the proverbial spilt milk, she dances away only to come back moments later hugging my neck tight and planting a kiss on my cheek. Every once in a while she even comes back and says “you’re a great mommy” and then dances off again. It’s at those times that I whisper to Jesus my thanks that I have not ruined her.

Yes, I want Johanna to learn that there is a time for playing, and there is a time for taking things seriously, but I don’t want to change her personality. I just want her to find a balance. I want her not to push so hard against us, without her losing that inner-joy that she has. I don’t want to change the essence of her because truth be told, I learn a lot from her. I feel like everyday God is dropping little nuggets of wisdom off of Johanna in my presence and it’s up to me to pick them up. I just want to say hey God, I see you, and I’m picking up every single piece I can get.


Pinterest Tested Thursdays: Easy Jell-O Popsicles

If you follow me on pinterest, chances are you saw me pin these Easy Jell-o Popsicles about a week ago.

I was searching for a treat to make for Johanna and these popsicles did the trick because they sent me right down memory lane.

When I was a child my mother would send me to my grandparents house in South Carolina for the summer.I loved it because I was surrounded by my cousins and aunts. We walked everywhere! It didn’t matter if a family member lived around the corner or 3 miles away, we walked. As you could imagine it got pretty darn hot in S.C. I think today I would simply melt away if I was that hot, but back then, we felt it, but kept right on pushing. One of the things that helped us keep on pushing was our walk to visit the lady that ran the corner store out of her house. We could go there and buy all kinds of goodies, mainly candy, and popsicles. Now our popsicles didn’t come on a stick or anything fancy like that. I promise you it was straight up kool-aid frozen in disposable plastic cups. And it was heaven. I would walk away from her house griping my cup full of sweet, icy goodness impossibly tight, delightfully licking the top of it as we made our way back to our grandparents house. Such a simple, sweet memory that fills me with joy.

So you see, I obviously I had to make the popsicles! The ingredients are super simple, and it’s quick to make.*Quick tip – If you have a hard time getting the popsicles out, simply run them under hot water for 60 seconds.


  • 1 (3oz) package Jell-O
  • 1 packet of Kool-Aid
  • 3/4 cup sugar
  • 2 cup boiling water
  • 2 cup cold water


  1. In a pitcher, combine the Jell-O, Kool-Aid, sugar, and boiling water. Stir until dissolved.
  2. Mix in the cold water and pour into your molds. Freeze for 4-6 hours or until solid.

That’s it! I let it stay in the freezer overnight and surprised Johanna with it the next day. Did she like it?
Johanna's Mama(3)She LOVED it! She has had one for dessert every night this week!

This recipe gets an A+ from me. It’s yummy and great to have on a humid summer day. The recipe was just as easy as it claimed to be. Definitely have fun with the flavors. There are so many awesome combinations that you can do! And I’ll let you in on a little secret – in my freezer right now are a few cups of this mixture,frozen solid, waiting for me to grab one and enjoy a nice walk down memory lane. I had to do it!

*Original recipe can be found on the One Sweet Appetite blog here.


Library Summer Reading Programs for Kids and Adults in the DMV Area

Every Hero Has a Sto#91B101 (2)Washington, DC

May 30-Aug. 31

Win prizes for reading!

This year, DC Public Library is teaming up with The Washington Nationals. All kids and teens who reach their summer reading goal win two tickets to catch a Nationals baseball game. Kids, teens and adults who complete will win free Chipotle too.

Check our calendar for a schedule of special events at your library.

Fun for All Ages

For children birth to age 5 and their parent or caregiver. It’s never too early to foster a love of reading in your child.

For children 6 to 12 years old — Win prizes for reading. Ask a librarian about joining the League of Extraordinary Readers and a chance to win a special lunch with 7 famous children’s authors.

For teens ages 13 to 19  Win prizes and have more fun by earning badges!

For adults — Win prizes for reading and learning new skills.

For more information please visit the DC Public Library Website.

Prince Georges County

Every Hero Has a Story: May 15-Aug. 15, 2015

Did you know that children who read at least 20 minutes a day during the summer months perform better in school than those who do not? Summer is the perfect time to explore books and reading. Here’s How!

  • Sign up for Summer @ Your Library (May 15-Aug 15) and get your gameboard. The first 3,500 students to register in person at a branch library will receive a free tee shirt. Sign up at any branch!
  • Complete the activities to earn a prize and enter to win the grand prize drawing for electronics, event tickets and more.
  • Check out the recommended reading lists to find great books for all ages! Don’t forget about ebooks and audiobooks, too. Children’s book lists  Teen book lists
  • Help your child get their very own library card.  See the Student Library Card Agreement.
  • Attend events and performances like Superhero Training Academy, puppet and magic shows, superhero movie nights, and community hero storytimes (events calendar on gameboards below).
  • Contact your local branch library for more information!

Visit the PG Library System website for more information.

Anne Arundel County

Summer Reading Club 2015 – Branch Kickoffs

Hero Training Academy

Create your secret identity and hone your powers at our drop-in hero academies. Be prepared to put your physical, mental and creative abilities to the ultimate test! Activities may vary by branch.


Wednesday, June 24 – 2:00 pm


Thursday, June 25 – 2:00 pm

Brooklyn Park

Thursday, June 25 – 6:30 pm


Wednesday, June 24 – 2:00 pm


Wednesday, June 24 – 2:00 pm

Eastport-Annapolis Neck

Tuesday, June 23 – 2:00 pm


Monday, June 22 – 9:00 am

Glen Burnie

Thursday, June 25 – 2:00 pm


Thursday, June 25 – 6:00 pm

Maryland City at Russett

Tuesday, June 23 – 2:30 pm

Mountain Road

Tuesday, June 23 – 2:00 pm


Tuesday, June 23 – 2:00 pm

Riviera Beach

Saturday, June 27 – 2:00 pm


Thursday, June 25 – 2:00 pm

Severna Park

Tuesday, June 23 – 2:00 pm

For more information please visit the Anne Arundel County Library Website.

For information on the Montgomery County Library System Summer Reading Program, please visit their website.

Fairfax County, VA

June 19 – September 5

Watch this video for more details and great ideas on places to read, books to read and more!

Get ready to enjoy “Read to the Rhythm” during the 2015 Summer Reading Program at the Fairfax County Public Library. You will be able to register online or in person at your local library beginning June 19.

Preschoolers through high schoolers earn a coupon book with great prizes including free and discounted items by completing their reading and going to their local library branch by September 5.

Activities are planned for families, preschoolers, school-age youngsters, teens and adults throughout the summer. Search our calendar of events or pick up a printed copy of the summer calendar at your local branch.

Come back on June 19 to register and learn all the details. Read for fun this summer!

For more information please visit the Fairfax County Library System Website.

Alexandria, VA

Calling all kids! Beginning Monday, June 22, 2015, you can sign up for Alexandria Library’s summer reading program! This year’s theme is “Every Story Has a Hero.”

Click to access SummerQuest Jr. Click to access SummerQuest Click to access Unmask
SummerQuest Jr.   

Ages 0-5


Ages 6-12


Ages 12-18

SummerQuest Jr.
If you are between the ages of just born and five years old, you can sign up for SummerQuest, Jr. You will receive an early literacy activity sheet. When you are finished, show us your completed sheet and receive a surprise! SummerQuest, Jr. also features fun programs such as funny puppet shows and lively music concerts.

Starting on June 22nd, kids between the ages of 6 and 12 get to sign up for the Every Hero Has a Story SummerQuest reading challenge. SummerQuest participants also track the books they read and receive a special prize after reading ten books. The Library has also invited a group of special guests to entertain with music, magic and much more!

Unmask — Teen Reading Challenge
Students between the ages of 12-18 may register for the “Unmask” Teen Reading Challenge. After logging in 5 or more books, their names will be entered in a raffle to win one of two $50 gift cards. Rising 6th and 7th grade students may sign up for either “Every Hero Has a Story” for ages 6-12 or for the teen program, “Unmask.”

For more information please visit the Alexandria Library Website.

Happy Reading!


Mommy Wig Janet Collection Review

For a couple of years now I have been threatening my husband that I was going to shave all of my hair off. I was getting sick of hair. I didn’t want to wash it, condition it, untangle it, nothing. Now when it’s below 60 degrees outside I do tend to wear a wig majority of the time. My hair gets extremely dry and tangled when it’s cold out, so it’s best to just hide it away. And actually, I just love wigs. Being able to go from curly to straight, long to short so quickly is fun! I can change my hair based on my mood. You gotta love that!

Most have seen me either with my natural hair, a long wig, or a bob cut wig. But I wanted my hair gone. Like this:

Shave it clean off! My husband side eyed me quickly when I told him and said ok lol. And while I was very serious, I knew I couldn’t do that to him, or me. I love long hair too. I really did want tp try a short cut though, so I headed over to and bought myself a short do. Short without the commitment. What do you think?

Johanna's Mama(2)
I must tell you I am in love! My husband loves it too! Why didn’t I go short years ago? This is the Mommy Wig, part of the Janet Collection. Yes, seriously, it’s called the Mommy wig lol. It’s so light and easy! It’s human hair so you can wash it and curl it too, if you want. I have been using a spray bottle filled with water and conditioner on it. It helps the curls pop and stay fresh. I wash it every other week. Now, the wig doesn’t show up to you like this. It comes like this:

Which is cute if you’re into the whole finger waves style. I am not. So as soon as I put it on I started messing with it, rubbing it with my fingers until I got it out of this pattern and a little more natural looking.

This wig has me feeling like I’m doing some things and I can imagine that it will be a staple in my collection for years to come. I have experienced very minimal shedding, and it is still going strong a month later. No complaints here! You can buy the Mommy wig on the Black Hair Spray site for $20.19.