Men, women, and children huddled in covered wagons crossing endless prairie seem to beckon all by themselves some hovering, mounted…
James C. SchaapDecember 10, 2021
I don't mean this to sound like a "dance macabre," an old late-medieval allegory of death. I swear it wasn't.…
James C. SchaapNovember 19, 2021
If you're a prairie kind of person, some ordinary flat-lander, and if you consider Iowa's rolling landscape as the very…
James C. SchaapNovember 5, 2021
Part of the shock that first morning at a rural medical clinic in Ghana grew from my innocence and perhaps…
James C. SchaapOctober 8, 2021
Her apparel suggested a sect I didn't recognize. Her husband wore a great bushy beard. He appeared to be a…
James C. SchaapSeptember 24, 2021
Out here on the eastern emerald cusp of the Great Plains, on some balmy early fall days it’s not hard…
James C. SchaapSeptember 10, 2021
A few scrappy, three-foot cuttings, no bigger than buggy whips, are coming up from the front yards of a half-dozen…
James C. SchaapAugust 27, 2021
And this, you have to believe, was one of the grandest moments of her life, the day that Dutch royalty--King…
James C. SchaapAugust 13, 2021
It might be fanciful. No one who was there was alive when the book was written, but let's just assume…
James C. SchaapJuly 30, 2021
