One thread ties the books below together: in some way, each involves the production and/or distribution of alcohol. Some legal, some illegal. A few are Prohibition-era stories. A couple precede Prohibition. One is a contemporary story. There’s wine, hard cider, whiskey, and all manner of spirits. Of course there’s more to the stories than all that, including intrigue, romance, and even humor.
1 CommentNow through December 15, 2020, Amazon paperbacks from FQP authors are discounted for Christmas shopping! Stay With Me, Come Back to Me, and Rightfully Ours…
Leave a CommentI confess. I stole my husband’s bible. More than once.
Sure, I have a battered New American Bible from college. And a New Jerusalem Bible, also from college. We have a large, elaborately illustrated family bible. But when I wanted to grab a bible for study or reading, I stole my husband’s Revised Standard Version-Catholic Edition in its lovely leather case.
Enter the Ignatius Note-Taking & Journaling Bible Revised Standard Version Second Catholic Edition, and I’m a reformed thief. And, as a matter of cosmic justice, my Bible is often now stolen from me!
The black leather-like cover of this Bible is sleek, attractive, and durable and includes a black elastic strap to keep it from flapping open when not in use. The square, rather than common rectangular shape balances nicely in my hands when I’m juggling a computer mouse, pen, and tablet and fits comfortably in my lap.
Leave a CommentI’m pleased to announce that All in Good Time is a finalist in the category of Christian/Religious Fiction in the Independent Author Network (IAN) 2020…
2 CommentsJesus said to him [Thomas], “I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father, but by me.”
John 14:6
These words from John’s Gospel couldn’t be simpler. the way, the truth, and the life.
Seven simple words.
Despite the many distractions created by my children, these words and their implications burrowed into my mind and heart at Adoration last month.
During the same hour, they stared up at me from the pages of St. Teresa of Avila’s Interior Castle. Then again in a scripture quote in Totus Tuus.
I’m accustomed to not hearing from God very often, whether due to His taciturn way of dealing with me or my own failure to listen, I can’t say. I suspect it’s a bit of both. Either way, I’m quite accustomed to it. That this little verse could move me so deeply, nearly to tears, was highly unordinary and remarkable.
For several minutes, I felt a tiny, infintessimally small fraction of Jesus’s sorrow. His sorrow at our rejection of those words:
We’ve replaced those words with something more akin to:
Welcome to the November 2020 edition of An Open Book, hosted both at My Scribbler’s Heart AND CatholicMom.com! Being named a bishop in the midst…
4 Comments