About Holly:
Raised by storytellers, preachers, and bluegrass musicians, child of the Smoky Mountains with a Cherokee mom and a father whose people came from the Scottish Highlands, She draws on her heritage for inspiration. She is a storyteller and an ordained priest in the Celtic Christian Church. She occasionally preaches, teaches writer's workshops, appears at conferences and conventions, and serves as president of Sullivan Maxx Literary Agency. www.sullivanmaxx.com. She lives on a little island off the coast of Georgia with her husband Jack and spends enough time in the Smokies with her Tsalagi people to feed her soul.
She confesses to a serious tennis addiction and often fakes meditation as an excuse to sit on the beach and stare at the horizon.
These are some of her books. You can find most on Amazon.com if not at your book store.
To order inscribed or personalized books, use the contact form. Some of the out of print books are available there as well.
Raised by storytellers, preachers, and bluegrass musicians, child of the Smoky Mountains with a Cherokee mom and a father whose people came from the Scottish Highlands, She draws on her heritage for inspiration. She is a storyteller and an ordained priest in the Celtic Christian Church. She occasionally preaches, teaches writer's workshops, appears at conferences and conventions, and serves as president of Sullivan Maxx Literary Agency. www.sullivanmaxx.com. She lives on a little island off the coast of Georgia with her husband Jack and spends enough time in the Smokies with her Tsalagi people to feed her soul.
She confesses to a serious tennis addiction and often fakes meditation as an excuse to sit on the beach and stare at the horizon.
These are some of her books. You can find most on Amazon.com if not at your book store.
To order inscribed or personalized books, use the contact form. Some of the out of print books are available there as well.
The decal on the rear window of my gen-1 Prius. The only one like it in the Clergy parking lot.
I began this journey years ago while on the nursing staff of a hospital near Atlanta. Many of our patients who were preparing to leave this world, found themselves alienated from their faith but desiring the sacraments that gave them peace. Father Robert Fisher, the priest at the little Episcopal Church my family attended, always came when I called. I marveled at the serenity he left in his wake. He encouraged me to consider ordination so I could do what he did for those who needed it. It took many years, and my mentor had already passed away by the time I made it, but I will always thank him for setting me on the path.
My first act as a priest was to administer last rights to a friend.
My first act as a priest was to administer last rights to a friend.
Buck and Sammy
I'm a fanatic campaigner for the ethical treatment of animals. Our two dogs are terribly spoiled.
Sammy is an old man who came to us when we thought he wouldn't be around long. He was a sick little Maltese at the time. Now, he's healthy and happy.
Buck is our mutant Pomeranian. At 35 pounds, he looks more like a husky. His size made him undesirable to his first human, so he came to us.
I bet she's sorry she let him go, now that he's an accomplished author.
Too Big Buck is his first book.
PS. Our little Sam isn't with us anymore. He made it to his 13th birthday in spite of his health problems and quietly went sleep in Jack's arms.
Sammy is an old man who came to us when we thought he wouldn't be around long. He was a sick little Maltese at the time. Now, he's healthy and happy.
Buck is our mutant Pomeranian. At 35 pounds, he looks more like a husky. His size made him undesirable to his first human, so he came to us.
I bet she's sorry she let him go, now that he's an accomplished author.
Too Big Buck is his first book.
PS. Our little Sam isn't with us anymore. He made it to his 13th birthday in spite of his health problems and quietly went sleep in Jack's arms.
Jack Gonzalez.
My handsome husband is a rare book dealer. We met when I went to him looking for a book. At least that's what I told him. We were married under a big oak tree at Gascoign Bluff on St.Simons Island fourteen years ago. For a New Yorker, he adapted quickly to life in the south.
