Anne Faye

  From December 8-12, my new Christmas story, The Christmas Quilt , is free on Kindle.  After her husband suddenly died on Christmas nearly three years ago, Laura Fontaine lost her holiday spirit. She lives alone with her rescue dog, Scout, and her only goal is to reach January, when life can return to normal. But when her teenage granddaughter, Gabby, comes for a two-week visit, Laura’s plan for a quiet December falls apart. In an attempt to bond with the young woman she barely knows, Laura teaches Gabby how to quilt, helping to stitch her own heart back together in the process. While several of my books include Christmas scenes, I’ve long wanted to write a Christmas story. In the middle of October, I decided this was the year. It probably would have been better to decide that earlier in the year! But the characters moved into my brain (as characters are prone to do) and I started writing feverishly whenever I had a free moment to tell their story. My preferred way...

 I'm pleased to announce the publication of my new book: The Lord is My Shepherd: A Novel of St. Elizabeth Ann Seton . 2025 marks the 50th anniversary of the first native-born American to be canonized. I have known of St. Elizabeth Ann Seton since I attended Catholic school as a child. She was the first American to be canonized and was considered to be the patroness of Catholic schools. She was a big deal! Later on in my life, my daughter attended a homeschool learning community named after her. However, I still knew little about the details of her life. I became more interested in her after listening to a Glory Story CD of her life put out by Holy Heroe s. I wanted to learn more about her and began to think about sharing her story. I read several books about her life to prepare for writing this and was fascinated by her. I also thought it was exciting that she lived on the same street as Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr (although, alas, she did not make it into the Hamilton ...

  Prologue August 14, 1921, Springfield, Massachusetts   Mother John Berchmans Somers shifted the papers in her hands as she waited in the chancellery office. Going to see the bishop was a bit like being called to the principal’s office. Bishop Beaven had always been so kind to her and to the whole Sisters of Saint Joseph community, but the Good Lord saw fit to call him to his eternal reward. She offered a quick prayer for his soul as she thought of him. Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon him. Yes, he had been a good man and a good superior. She could only hope to have as cordial a relationship with the recently installed Bishop Thomas O’Leary. She understood that it couldn’t be easy to lead an entire diocese. The Diocese of Springfield covered much territory and included many people of varying ethnicities who lived in both urban centers and the most rural of hilltowns. Yes, she knew what it was like to bear the weight of respons...