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James C. Schaap

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It’s a jungle out there

It’s not a particularly good picture, but it’ll have to do. That’s our house up at the top, maybe fifty yards or so away from

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How to teach slavery

I don’t know how exactly–or who–told me I had to read Beloved. I do remember having a single copy of three Toni Morrison novels–one of them

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Treasures

Hattie says that just before her mother got married, she’d left the farm to start working in a grocery in Springfield, SD, where some young

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Pig-headed in Hog Country

Let me tell you a story: Fifteen years ago, I was in line at a grocery store, behind two Hispanic men checking out. The clerk—a

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Ghost Town Legacy

Could be an early 20th century shot from a lot of places on the map. There’s a hill up the street, but the place looks

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Language and the Lummi

After just about forty years of teaching students from all over the continent, I came to believe, grudgingly, that no geographic group adored their “homeland”

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All about D-day

I didn’t know him–couldn’t have. He was killed four years before I was born. For years I wouldn’t have known his story any more fully

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Musical Bewonderment

Last night I couldn’t help thinking of an old story told to me long, long ago by an organist–the organist, the very one who’d been asked

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Job in the Panhandle

Job’s friends had his health in mind, but none of them, nor their arguments, could satisfy the emptiness in his soul. He’d lost everything, his

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