On one of our travels to France, our family visited the Abbey of Saint-Gildas-de-Rhuys which faces the Atlantic Ocean from a high hillside. In the Twelth Century, the Abbey was a place of exile for the Abbot Peter Abelard. If one looks closely at the photograph, the silhouettes of two people may be seen, our…
My husband’s chosen profession was that of a United Methodist minister, a position that offered him little family time. To solve that problem, he began saving his vacation days which allowed the four of us to return again to Chartres, France (pictured below) three years later, where we stayed a week, renting a room from…
In its own right, the existence of this novel is an epic story of its own. Years ago, when I finished grad school, my intent was to teach college English which I did for several years and found I loved teaching. My life, however, radically changed after I met the man I married and moved…