Conventicle is an odd old word, but kind of fun actually, a word which suggests, by its composition, what it is--a…
James C. SchaapJanuary 23, 2014
It’s age. Why not tell it like it is? I wouldn’t be ornery if I were 24 or even 48. …
James C. SchaapDecember 27, 2013
Today, in Sweden, a traditionally Lutheran country, most of the populace, I'm told, will go Christmas-crazy, having fallen in love…
James C. SchaapDecember 13, 2013
Our fascination with the Holocaust seems unending, in part because nothing in the world's recent past offers us such…
James C. SchaapNovember 29, 2013
Somewhere around the turn of the century, Andrew Vander Wagon, who was never an officially licensed pastor but became one…
James C. SchaapNovember 14, 2013
Every so often Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac features some sweet nostalgia, sure to make almost anyone regret his or her no more…
James C. SchaapOctober 31, 2013
Alexander B. Upshaw, the son of a Crow warrior of some renown among his people, was one of many young…
James C. SchaapOctober 18, 2013
I don’t remember much about coming into Sioux Center, Iowa, in August of 1966. I was 18 years old, and…
James C. SchaapOctober 4, 2013
Here, as elsewhere in nature, it's really all about sex. Their raspy lascivious retching, I'm told, comes in four different…
James C. SchaapSeptember 20, 2013
