Salem – ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS

January 28, 2015A // W // F

One Simple Little Message, Left in Lake Spring Park: Day Twenty-Seven

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * Sometimes, the simplest messages say it best. Which is why I show up at Lake Spring Park […]

January 21, 2015January 21, 2015A // W // F

A Call to Speak, Left by a Podium Facing the River: Day Twenty

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * There’s a place in Salem where the trees lean out over the river, casting crisscrossed shadows that […]

January 14, 2015January 14, 2015A // W // F

A Little Comfort, Written on Small Stones, Sunk in the River: Day Thirteen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. I go down to the river where it curls close to Salem Park. Where it ripples shallow over stones. […]

January 11, 2015A // W // F

Dry Erase Marker, on a Mirror in the Women’s Restroom, in a Local Coffeehouse: Day Ten

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. Earlier this week, I wanted to say something to all of us ladies who lean into the bathroom […]

January 7, 2015A // W // F

Truth, Chalked on a Stone by the Roanoke River, Near Woodbridge Trailhead: Day Six

This post is part of a series. To read more, click here. * You can begin again anytime you choose — any old day of the week. But you can read these words today or perhaps tomorrow– until the rain falls or the river rises… Which is something to think about. ❤

November 23, 2014A // W // F

A Lazy Afternoon in a Roomful of Books: Day Thirty-Three

(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city. Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge: each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place. And then I’m going to tell you about it. If you want to follow my journey, start here. Today is Day Thirty-Three.) I […]