TRUE COLOR
Some time ago I stood at the grave of a friend at Anderson Memorial Park, close...
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It’s that time of year again, when I think about this poem: WHEN the frost is...
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He walked in through the doors from the narthex of the church, where I had just started...
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A BLOG BY PASTOR KEN RICKETT One of the joys of the so-called “golden years” is...
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She was as colorful a person as you would like to meet; my first piano teacher,...
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