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My parents always said they knew I’d eventually work in the theatre. They knew from the moment they got in the car with me after my first “theatre experience”, because...
My parents always said they knew I’d eventually work in the theatre. They knew from the moment they got in the car with me after my first “theatre experience”, because...
I have tried, this November, to intentionally state one person, thing or concept I am thankful for…every day. I have to say, when I first decided to do it I...
Today, as I attempt to GIVE THANKS (as a child I always wondered why it wasn’t called, “GIVE THANKS-ING”) I realize how much of it can I really be thankful...
…and so, the Republic of these United States of America is transitioning once again. Whenever (and I should say wherever) I vote I always remember the first election that I...
Among my many experiences were four summers during my college and seminary years in which I served as a summer youth minister. Each summer was spent in a different congregation,...
Some time ago I stood at the grave of a friend at Anderson Memorial Park, close to I-69. It was a brisk, early fall, day; clear, sunny, a bit chilly and beautiful. ...
It’s that time of year again, when I think about this poem: WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock, And you hear the kyouck...
He walked in through the doors from the narthex of the church, where I had just started working as Music Director, and he looked grumpier than usual. “Oh, GOOD.” I thought…sarcastically....
A BLOG BY PASTOR KEN RICKETT One of the joys of the so-called “golden years” is the recall of childhood memories. That being said, it is usually true (for me,...
She was as colorful a person as you would like to meet; my first piano teacher, Mrs. Beardsley. With a smoker’s cough, low voice, and a pink living room (I especially remember...