THE DRUMMER

I used to be a percussionist, in Middle School/High School. I played a multitude of percussion...

IMAGES OF TUSCANY

Upon the rare occasion of “organizing” in my home, I ran across a photo album from...

A BLOG by PASTOR KEN RICKETT In the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) the month of...

SQUIRES

So, it started out as a good idea: a quiet, few days with friends in Florida...

IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD NEWS

Last week, as I was organizing, I ran into an old, battered, paperback Bible that I...

RUBBING ELBOWS WITH HISTORY

A BLOG by PASTOR KEN RICKETT Have you ever “rubbed elbows with history” – meaning that...

A MAJESTIC MOMENT

It was March of 1983.  I was living in Seattle, working as an actor and in my...

DOG TAGS

In 2013 my parents passed away within months of each other.  Being an only child (which...

THE PATH

Maybe it’s my age, maybe it’s something else, but lately I’ve been obsessively fantasizing, and even...

PORCUPINES

He walked in through the doors from the narthex of the church, where I had just...