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James Schaap

And a place for dreams

There were littler ones, babies even, hard as that is to consider. It looks to me as if the lineup in this proud old photo

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Rosalie Stayed Home

In her illustrious family, Rosalie couldn’t help but feel crowded out. I mean, her siblings were a “who’s who” of life among the Omaha in

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Grief and Hope, Hope and Grief

Couldn’t be more different, I suppose. In Rome’s famous Borgese Galleries’ Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s David is an immensely commanding presence that isn’t just to look at.

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Consideration

I am not a theologian on this blog, or a pastor. I have no authority to say this, but I think there’s a spiritual virtue

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The Big Bluestem

Right now, our big bluestem are heavy with seeds, the patch closest to my window sky high, seven feet, I’m sure. We planted them years

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Saint Frederick

At 96 years old, Frederick Buechner left this vale of tears and passed, as my Native friends might say, into the spirit world.  I should

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At the Reception

That she might marry seemed so unlikely that the possibility never even arose. Her physical condition–she’s a quad, has been since birth–put marriage somehow out

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“Act Accordingly”

“You’re going to be someone’s ancestor–act accordingly.”  A big guy–I didn’t catch his name, but I’m sure he’s someone with standing–held forth at the Hollywood

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