Best of 2021, Part One: Readers’ Picks
You offered up some of the essays that cheered, comforted, and challenged you.
You offered up some of the essays that cheered, comforted, and challenged you.
If I retire to my room early, it’s hard not to feel a twinge of guilt.
A part of me always knew the place wasn’t the right fit.
Distant bass jars you from Adrianne Lenker’s sweet crooning.
If we’re doing footprints in the sand, I’m wandering into the ocean.
I chalked it up to my self-control, which crumbles under the doldrums of summer—I could no longer resist the siren call of romance novels.
The first time I drove into the parking lot of my high school as a summer employee rather than a student, I almost threw up.
I could leave my identity within the grayness; I could be neither/nor.
Are you interested in joining the post calvin community? We have a few openings for new writers beginning this August, and we’d love for you to audition!
I feel like I just keep taking up space on this blog.
On a deeper level, though, I sense that I don’t need to construct another obligation for myself.
In eighth grade, I believed that a bolt of true pain would give me a new understanding.
I’ve always wanted to know what other people are reading and discovering and mulling over and delighting in.
Doesn’t it seem odd that a story of a woman challenging Jesus is told as an example of her humbleness rather than her courage?
2020 is somehow more bearable and more striking through the eyes of the post calvin.
These rhythms meld, harmonize, bring forth anew.
Honestly, I have a plethora of metaphors to explore already: Satan can seem to bring light to the world but that isn’t the true light! Exposing things to the daylight makes them less dangerous! Capitalism makes people operate in a scarcity model which hinders progress!
Life has not been kind to you, but you are so unfailingly kind to it.
73. Taxes.
Oftentimes, when I think about the amount of my life that I’ve spent playing video games, I cringe.
The house is, by nature, transient.
“I guess I’m starting to believe that I may have something to say too.”
Oftentimes when I go looking for spiritual poetry outside of Mary Oliver, I can’t find anything beyond super sanitized Christian verses.
I related best to my siblings when we were shoulder to shoulder, yelling or cheering about pixels on a screen.
“There are peacocks in Creston?!??”
What you see is what you get—the time is the color; the color is the time.
As Smith, Buber, and Gerwig remind me, we cannot be fully actualized people to everyone we meet
11. Check your library account again and realize that your book is in transit, which means it is one step away from being in your grubby hands.
I began to cry at my kitchen table because despite all the bad calls I have made in the heat of the moment and the angry kids and my disappointment in myself and my frustration at the brokenness of an education system that underserves the students who need the support the most, I saw again that there was someone out there who was rooting for me.
I’ve been trying to reframe my perspective by picturing the internet as an attic—one that is full to the brim with all the stuff you couldn’t bear to throw away.