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James Schaap

A Huge Step

In March, 1968, we drove all night long in order to get to Florida for Spring Break, Daytona Beach. When we got there–as I remember–it

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January Thaw

Here’s how I imagine it. She knows he’s there but she waits, time being of little consequence, after all. He died in the fall, when

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Jubilee

Every time I’ve been in Charles Mix County, South Dakota, in the last few years, I’ve stopped at a ghost town called, simply, Academy, about

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In Just Spring

It’s a basic tenet of the Calvinist faith by which I was raised that those sinners who haven’t plumbed the depths of their own darkness

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