Abby Zwart

Abby Zwart

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Abby Zwart teaches high school English in Grand Rapids, Michigan. She spends her free time making lists of books she should read, cooking, and managing the post calvin.
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Adventures in Groceryland

Adventures in Groceryland

I know which cashier is the fastest, which one is the nicest, and which one packs my reusable grocery bags like her own personal Tetris championship.

The Other Side Again

The Other Side Again

And so here I am, standing still in the eye of a hurricane, the confluence of these memories, documents, and moments of déjà vu swirling every which way.

This, Too

This, Too

But the sun comes out and doughnuts exist and there’s a one-eyed cat who likes to roam the school grounds and often visits my window. This happens, too.

Best of 2016

Best of 2016

In the spirit of the anthology, we’ve decided to tailor our annual “best of” list to the sections in the book.

Silence / Noise

Silence / Noise

It’s a typically bustling city now silent and eerie, “Jingle Bell Rock” echoing forlornly down the avenues.

Day Four

Day Four

Day four and I wonder if it’s okay not to write about this.

Peter and Wendy 

Peter and Wendy 

The character becomes too old, too practical, or too jaded to believe in the thing that once brought him so much joy. That world, the thing he loved so much and invested so much time in, dies. And something inside him dies, too.

The West

The West

I’ve never quite understood the call of the West, a siren song so strong that some will risk—and lose—their lives to follow it.

My Fair-feather Friend

My Fair-feather Friend

It was decided, with enthusiasm on their parts and mild curiosity on mine, that we should have a bird in the house.

Go Forth

Go Forth

A lot of commercials lately seem to be taking on social issues, and I think it’s important for us to see our world through the lens of an advertiser.

Double Dutch

Double Dutch

The dancers separate into groups of eight and begin the dance. There’s nothing quite like the sound of hundreds of wooden shoes clomping along the asphalt in rhythm. Or the semblance of rhythm.

Text START for Help

Text START for Help

In training, we were taught to give specific words to people’s feelings, to say “devastating” instead of “sad” or “furious” instead of “angry.” But those are just fancy words for the fairly small and basic set of emotions we face as humans.

The Other Side

The Other Side

It’s Saturday morning and I’m back at my old high school, preparing for a day full of those meta sort of moments when you get to sit on the other side of the table. Those times when you get a totally new perspective on something you’ve done a hundred times.

The Heavens

The Heavens

On the outskirts of town, there’s no telling where the snow ends and the sky begins. It’s hard to hear the glory today.

Little Light

Little Light

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

Master of None

Master of None

Maybe it’s a sign of our times that I was waiting for this genuine and heartwarming scene to turn ironic, but it just didn’t ring true.

The Company You Keep

The Company You Keep

And that’s where it all started. Talking to myself, that is. And if you know me well, you might be surprised by this revelation. That’s because I’m sneaky about it.

Bread and Wine

Bread and Wine

The religious pretense and mumbo jumbo is kept to a minimum. But that’s hard to keep up when we get to communion. Because it is weird.

Inventory

Inventory

Confetti from a dropped and spilled 3-hole punch; Crumpled 8.5×11 sheet, blank and inexplicably wet; Crumpled 8.5×11 sheet, Wednesday’s homework, unfinished

I Ate the Whole World

I Ate the Whole World

I went to Paris and sat on the grass in a park outside the Tuileries. I ate cold salty ham and creamy brie on a baguette that tasted like bread is supposed to taste.

Forward and Back: 2015

Forward and Back: 2015

When we started the post calvin, we weren’t exactly sure how it would turn out. Now, with two years in the bag, we couldn’t be happier.

Line in the Sand

Line in the Sand

These books tend to be easy and engaging. They’re not about heavy topics, and they don’t make us think too hard or reread every other sentence.

Waiting for Superman

Waiting for Superman

It can feel like us vs. them, heroes vs. villains, teachers vs. everyone who doesn’t understand how hard it is to explain the present participle to kids who can barely read.

Faking It

Faking It

Faking it, I would argue, is actually the only way we’ll make it anywhere. So few of us are born with natural, shining pearls of talent that don’t need refinement.

House of the Lord

House of the Lord

There is one space that makes me nervous. It’s not a space we hear a lot about or a space we have pictures of. I can’t rearrange it or make sure it’s painted my favorite colors.

A Letter To My Cell Phone

A Letter To My Cell Phone

It’s also pretty distracting to have you around. You’re always buzzing and beeping. Those little red flags you throw up tempt me like a bull in the hot Spanish sun.