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We seem to constantly look for love, God's love or love for individuals. To me these pursuits are simultaneous, indistinguishable. We just go about it differently. To see God's love we pray traditionally, with learned words. To gain human love, we rampage, parade, fake modesty. I hope the reader will discover, as my characters and I have, that sometimes love surprises us.

Life with my mother and her sisters - five of them was a time of frequentlaughter, excitement, and joy all in the lives of women who lived through twowars, the great depression, poverty and a young limited medical profession. Ilooked for what kept those women happy, found what I already knew. Theydirected their lives toward a constant state of grace. They were vigilant, frequently warned in the confessional about the possibility of a sudden deathwith a stained soul going straight to hell. There were visits to theconfessional for forgiveness of sins, and for a renewal of spirit that...

Widower Jeremiah Guttermann marries a young Irish woman and brings her to his Midwest farm. She brings with her a culture of superstition. Jeremiah tires of these tales, but soon begins to believe they are harmful to his two children. He rails against them but Jeremiah has his own spiritual hang-up, his loyalty to the folklore of an ages-old brotherhood. He ignores the dark side or this folklore and thus is unable to protect his children from great harm, tragedy that reaches into the second and third generation of Jeremiah's family.

A murder mystery. This novel takes us into the rich farm country of the Midwest. The body of a young farm wife is found naked and with a gaping wound in her chest, on her kitchen floor. Joe Lynch, County Sheriff, seeks her killer. His investigation introduces the reader to Dulcy, a 60's hippie, to Happy Tucker, a religious recluse, to two would-be drug kings, to Stub Sorenson and his vivacious wife, Kitty, and to various men of the law, a whole community still awash in the residuals of the all encompassing faith of two now dead Catholic mothers.

Life with my mother and her sisters-five of them was a time of frequent laughter, excitement and joy all in the lives of women who lived through two wars, the great depression, poverty and a young limited medical profession. I looked for what kept those women happy, found what I already knew. They directed their lives toward a constant state of grace. They were vigilant, frequently warned in the confessional about the possibility of sudden death with stained soul going straight to hell. There were visits to the confessional for forgiveness of sins, and for a renewal of spirit that directed...