
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, I draw on my heritage for inspiration. I stay busy as an author, storyteller and an ordained priest in the Celtic Christian Church. I sometimes preach, often teach writer's workshops, appear at conferences and conventions and coach a select group of promising authors. I live just outside Atlanta with my husband Jack and spend enough time in the Smoky Mountains to feed my soul.
You can find most of my books on Amazon.com if not at your book store.
To order inscribed or personalized books, use the contact form. Some of my out of print books are available if you contact me.
Member Atlanta Writers Club
Member SEMWA
Member Mystery Writers of America
Member Southeastern Writers Assn.
Find me on Face Book, LinkedIn, and Twitter.
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, I draw on my heritage for inspiration. I stay busy as an author, storyteller and an ordained priest in the Celtic Christian Church. I sometimes preach, often teach writer's workshops, appear at conferences and conventions and coach a select group of promising authors. I live just outside Atlanta with my husband Jack and spend enough time in the Smoky Mountains to feed my soul.
You can find most of my books on Amazon.com if not at your book store.
To order inscribed or personalized books, use the contact form. Some of my out of print books are available if you contact me.
Member Atlanta Writers Club
Member SEMWA
Member Mystery Writers of America
Member Southeastern Writers Assn.
Find me on Face Book, LinkedIn, and Twitter.
The decal on the rear window my car. 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 into the Eternal 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.