Last week, we shared Chapter Four of noted author Katherine Valentine’s newest inspirational novel.  Join us each Monday as we watch this incredible story unfold.

It had been raining non-stop for nearly a week. The sky was overcast and the car tires shot up plumes of water as Paul and I headed home after Mass. It was All Saints Day.  

Last week, we shared Chapter Three of noted author Katherine Valentine’s newest inspirational novel.  Join us each Monday as we watch this incredible story unfold.

Last week, we shared Chapter Two of noted author Katherine Valentine’s newest inspirational novel.  Join us each Monday as we watch this incredible story unfold.

Last week, we shared Chapter One of noted author Katherine Valentine’s newest inspirational novel.  Join us each Monday as we watch this incredible story unfold.

We are thrilled to share with you that beginning today, CatholicMom.com readers will have the first opportunity to read the brand new novel Sweet Dreams, by noted Catholic author and CatholicMom.com contributor Katherine Valentine. 

We only had one car growing up, so I walked to school. Not that I minded. I’ve always loved to walk

Peter Marshall was a famous orator, pastor of the historic New York Avenue Presbyterian Church and the Chaplain for the State Senate.

I talk to inanimate objects.  Just the other day I managed to lose an entire morning’s work because I hit the wrong computer key.

Psalm 37: 18-19 states…The lives of the just are in Yahweh’s care, their birthright will endure forever;

I awoke this morning to the forest laced in fresh snow.  It had begun early last evening and covered March’s muddy, brown landscape with a blanket of crystal clean white snow. 

Wolfgang bounded into our lives sixteen years ago when I received a call from a woman named Dolores. She knew that I passionately loved German shepherds and called to ask if I could help her find a home for a ten-month-old, male shepherd she had just rescued.

Father Jennings walked the short distance to Mary Fitzgerald’s home with a heavy heart.  Mary was dying and the priest had been called on by the family to come and administer the Last Rites.

It’s a standing joke among my priest friends that if they received a nickel for every strand of rosaries that I asked them to bless, they would be rich men.