There's just so much about what happened in Boston on Monday that's going to happen again. Will people hate? Yes.…
James C. SchaapApril 19, 2013
On a plane, I'm a reader not a talker. In fact, I rather resent jabberers, warm-hearted folks, I'm sure,…
James C. SchaapMarch 21, 2013
I don't believe I will ever sing "Blessed Assurance" without thinking of my father. He never mentioned that hymn as…
James C. SchaapMarch 8, 2013
This is yesterday afternoon, a gorgeous February Sabbath, and that's my grandson writing a message in the light snow on…
James C. SchaapFebruary 21, 2013
When my master's program was over, I wasn't enamored with graduate school, and I rather missed the high-maintenance life of…
James C. SchaapFebruary 7, 2013
I showed them this old picture, something the turn-of-the century on the Rosebud, most of the kids outfitted in blankets,…
James C. SchaapJanuary 25, 2013
It wasnt' deja vu exactly. I know that phenomenon, the distinct feeling that time and place is being strangely replicated; you're…
James C. SchaapJanuary 11, 2013
Monday--I'm quite sure it was Monday--this fine feathered friend thought he'd sojourn with us for a while and determined to…
James C. SchaapDecember 27, 2012
I'm not unaccustomed to traveling, but yesterday, like a thousand times before, I came up on a huge strip of…
James C. SchaapDecember 13, 2012
