I just finished "Emily", and before that "Boy's School" by Sarah Lynn Morgan. I'm saving "The Gift of The Unicorn" until last. I love sweet, romantic stories, perhaps because there so little of that in lives. I've been pleased to sigh with longing, to giggle with mirth, and to nearly swoon at sweet moments.

The last I heard from Sarah is that she'd missed out on a job with NASA, and was heartbroken. I wish her well and hope that she is pleased with life and that there were bright spots.

I miss those romantic stories so much. These days the movies we watch seem shot through with blood and hatred and it pains me. One exception now days would be "The Young Messiah". It is such a sweet tale, one that I'd never hear before.

Blessings to you all.

Gwen Browne (Boucher)