May
“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are,” Dumbledore says, “far more than our abilities.”
A Recipe for Fame
And if you’ve ever been so unlucky as to be served a “modernized” version of green bean casserole that calls for shallots and haricots-verts and wild mushrooms… I’m sorry.
The Shelf
ALCOTT: Oh gosh, well I’m just awfully glad that that we’re all here together. I do so wish we could all get along.
The Third Place
Need coffee coffee coffee and a conversation with Lorelai at breakneck speed? Curious what Kirk’s new odd job is?lu
Another Verse for Teachers
O teachers! my teachers! your fearful year’s begun.
Spend It Now
This was not a lesson I knew as a kid. I wanted to save everything good for later. I ate all the cereal bits out of Lucky Charms and the raisins out of trail mix, leaving huge mouthfuls of marshmallows and M&Ms behind.
Just One
I know some churches are trying. “Singles group” is a thing. But really? That’s depressing on a good day, patronizing on a bad one.
Call for Audition Submissions
We have several openings for new writers beginning this August, and we’d love for you to audition!
Mirrors and Windows
Because literature really is the better part of life.
Seen & Heard: Festival of Faith and Writing
It’s a FFW live blog from your local friendly post calvin editor! This post will be updated throughout the weekend. Stay tuned for wise words and cheesy English major feelings.
Speak Again
I still talk to myself. Big conversations I’ve rehearsed of late include a breakup, a car insurance claim, and a defense of “inappropriate” literature I’ve chosen for a class.
Elementary
“Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire.”
New Year’s Eve (ft. the post calvin)
On this last day of the year, the post calvin would like to suggest some tunes for your New Year’s Eve festivities. Check out the Spotify playlist here, or just listen to the choice from your favorite writer.
Best of 2017: Editor Picks
Each of us have chosen a few favorite posts and a handful of honorable mentions. Read on to see what you might have missed this year on the post calvin!
Maranatha
In a world where fame and infamy
are two sides of the same coin,
who gets to leave a legacy, anyway?
Begin to Hope
I have no dancing around my bedroom with a hairbrush microphone to Britney Spears to look back on. That’s because I didn’t listen to anything other than CCM until high school.
Liner Notes with Abby
There are certain artists you just have to listen to at particular times of year.
Grammar and Forgetting
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—
In Defense of Habit
But I also hold on to habits because they give me an unexpected freedom.
Abby and Ina
As I start reading and cooking, I realize that I have no idea what “barefoot contessa” means.
Two Verses for Teachers
Glory be to God for finished things—
Know the Place
Here’s today’s morning devotion for the senior class.
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
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
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.
Why I Don’t Write Poems
And if there’s one thing I’m really not, it’s a poet.
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
It’s a typically bustling city now silent and eerie, “Jingle Bell Rock” echoing forlornly down the avenues.
Day Four
Day four and I wonder if it’s okay not to write about this.
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.
