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Writing [for the post calvin] Is
Writing for tpc is remembering the joy of writing with your own voice.
Courtney Zonnefeld graduated in 2018 with a degree in writing. She currently lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan, where she works for Eerdmans Books for Young Readers. In her free time, she enjoys reading, baking, and saving up for more herb plants. You can usually find her wandering a farmer’s market, hunting for vintage books, or browsing the tea selection in coffee shops.
Out of Season
Three days after the 2024 spring equinox, I shoveled snow off of my sidewalks.
Glided and Glittering
In a society where people can change classes within a generation or even a lifetime, how do individuals and groups cling to social snobbery?
Prayers for Thursdays
They have shouted over the typical needlepoints of frustration and pushed me toward everyday opportunities for faithfulness.
Remember
The conversation turns from hopes to fears to hilarity and back again. We have known each other for years, and yet our words are new.
The First Games of the Hallmark Olympiad
When her paper (which has a surprising travel budget) assigns her to cover the rival’s return to the rink, Halle heads off to Christmas, Canada, ready for revenge.
Read Your Food: The Recipes
These five probably have the most scribbles of delight. So good! Make in June. Perfect for sick days.
Gregorian Days
How strange and befuddling, to have lived in two months on one day.
Mental Mapping
We drove over seven hours to watch Adri and ninety-nine other middle schoolers answer questions about culture, economics, and rivers I couldn’t pronounce.
Homesick
When you visit a city you once called home, a part of you settles even as another part slides out of place.
A Museum of Lost Things
If fashion trends exist on the Island of Lost Toys, perhaps they’re all wearing the mismatched earrings and socks our past selves misplaced.
Flowers, Nine Ways
Over a decade ago on a family trip, my aunt taught me to take close-up photos through Queen Anne’s lace and other wildflowers.
A Good Book Can
A good book can fill you with an odd evangelistic urge to press its pages into someone else’s hands.
Chase Your Fears
I stood up, ripped my curtain open, and saw the source of the commotion: a blackbird. Fluttering his wings. Inside my house.
Fictional Cities Where I Wouldn’t Move
My Midwestern self would need enough help to assimilate into the real NYC, let alone one where the Woman in White might attack.
Yet to Come
The best days of our lives are behind us; the best days of our lives are before us.
Tips from a Year of Museuming
Whenever I enter a museum, I rediscover rhythms that I haven’t used since my last trip to Adventureland for nerds.
Light
The older I become, the more I am convinced that Christmas is about abundance that looks like scarcity.
In Season
Perhaps I am a person who loves the seasons because they help me know that time is truly passing.
Airports
Cruelty and its cousin insensitivity are not surprising in an airport. Kindness is.
Personal Geography
Fictional characters aren’t the only ones who can’t be described without their settings.
A Field Guide for Spotting a Good Adaptation
Instead of caring about Oberon, Titania, Puck, and their compatriots, I spent my time wondering what chaos backstage had created the confusion onstage.
Holding the Metaphor Lightly
Metaphors are tools for meaning-making, and when those tools have harvested bushel after bushel of meaning for my life, of course I struggle to see them as incomplete, limiting, or dangerous.
The Single Talk
If we are not committed to friendship, if we do not grieve and fight and ask questions alongside them, then we are the church but hardly a community.
Exempli Gratia
Whenever I finish typing out a list of any kind, I’m wincing at the realities my commas elide.
In Defense of Cinderella
Some people might dismiss those films as guilty pleasures, the Little Debbie cupcakes of my media diet—simple, sweet, and absolutely atrocious for my health.
The Company We Keep
Growing up is just a matter of noticing the neighbors.
Drinking the Garden: A Day of Tea
I’ve grown to adore the process of crushing ginger, cardamom, and cloves in a mortar and pestle, of boiling the spices until the kitchen smells like heaven.
Still Learning
Learning something new often requires a long time where we are the worst in the room. Ugh.
A Quartet Sampler of the 2021 Musical Buffet
If the emotions of the story feel honest and true—even if the specifics of the story are absolutely insane—I’ll be captivated by every moment.
