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I didn’t know her well, just enough to tip my hat maybe, if I’d ever worn one. Probably said “hi” is all. She lived on
James Schaap
May 1, 2020
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I didn’t know her well, just enough to tip my hat maybe, if I’d ever worn one. Probably said “hi” is all. She lived on
When Sven Johnson, his wife and two children, left their native Norway, they spent the next eight weeks crossing the choleric Atlantic in a sailboat.
My granddaughter was, back then, just a little girl, third grade maybe, but one Sunday morning, I remember, she was already starting to wax nostalgic.
Years ago, when I was revising a novel, Romey’s Place, I didn’t know how it should end. What I knew when I’d started the major revision
Someday, I’m going to put this one on canvas. I know–it’s no stunner, but I loved the image before I saw it through the screen
It’s still there. Maybe. I haven’t been out there for some time now, but as long as that abandoned place is circled by a substantial
Don’t know whether he actually carried the Good Book through the west in those early years. The story goes he took carried a copy of
In another day and another time, the buildings crowded on the block made all kinds of sense. The school’s own precious history makes clear that
He wasn’t exactly a kid. There were kids galore on both sides–18-year-olds just out of high school and scores of 17-year-olds who quit school years