The Fifth Season

 In the early morning hours of a May morning she passed.  She was thirty-eight years old, she was a very good friend of mine.
We had met several years earlier.  I had gone to a home of a mutual friend to offer a rosary for a sick child.  She was the mother of this child.  Although several years older then her, we clicked.  We became very close friends.  Most of our association...

A resounding yes!  There was, still is and always will be a rainbow. Mine came in the season of a very special friendship.

So much winter, so much snow, so much cold
and then I think of the Rainbow
and I am warmed.

The Night The Animals Talked
In the frosty mountains and on the snowy fields of Norway, there is a legend that draws children to all kinds to stables and stalls throughout the country on each Christmas Eve night. They are hoping to hear a miracle. They are waiting to hear the animals...