Articles By: Willow Feller

Here's the text from my "About" page on my blog, "The Pharisee in Me"-- Willow Feller, a recovering Pharisee, lives in the woods of North Idaho with her husband, Mike, and teenage son, Gabriel. Gabe is the last of the six rambunctious kids that Willow and Mike have managed to raise and sequentially kick out of the nest. Willow attributes her biting humor and quirky writing style to the mental damage she sustained during the seven years she homeschooled her two youngest boys. Placing Gabriel safely back in the public school system has since staved off further harm for all involved. It has also opened up more writing time for Willow. In her spare time, Willow enjoys all the usual Idaho stuff: hiking, running, huckleberry-picking, and grizzly-sparring with her family. She especially delights in spending time with her adorable granddaughters. She does not enjoy onion patch weeding, grinding stumps on the eight-acre plot Mike is intent on clearing, or the sound of her own screaming when, while operating a cantankerous tractor, she panics and pulls the hydraulic loader control lever in all the wrong directions, causing said loader to dangle field boulders over her hard-working husband’s head. Mike doesn’t enjoy that either.

The Audacious Giftedness of the Irreligious

The Audacious Giftedness of the Irreligious
Why is it always in grocery stores that children decide to unhinge their mothers? What primal, evil instinct drives kids to become flying monkeys the minute they skip through the glass doors? And do they enjoy then forcing their mother into the inevitable role of the Wicked Witch of the West? Tell me,...
September 7th, 2012 | Featured | Read More

Hair That Big Should Be Charged For Its Own Seat on the Plane

Hair That Big Should Be Charged For Its Own Seat on the Plane
  I am the poster child for Proverbs 16:18: “Pride goes before destruction, and haughtiness before a fall.” Yet, even though I have fallen over and over again throughout my life, I still get all proud and superior about certain things. I’m not a fast learner. Like the day when I was walking...
August 1st, 2012 | Essays, Featured | Read More