The modern hero, the modern individual who dares to heed the call and seek the mansion of that presence with whom it is our whole destiny to be atoned, cannot, indeed must not, wait for his community to cast off its slough of pride, fear, rationalized avarice, and sanctified misunderstanding.  "Live" Nietzsche says, " as though that day is here."  It is not society that is to guide and save the creative hero, but precisely the reverse.  And so everyone of us shares the supreme ordeal - carries the cross of the redeemer - not in the bright moments of his tribes greatest victories, but in the silence of his personal despair.


     Joseph Campbell
     The Hero With A Thousand Faces
     1949, 1968, Princeton University Press
     Princeton, New Jersey

Have you ever longed to discover an old house, one that existed before time began, and follow its steep winding staircase to the attic, an attic containing ancient books, mysteries, artifacts with secrets, forgotten paths and cobwebbed doorways, leading to all you could ever hope to know? If so, you are approaching the right place, the place within yourself.

I have reached mine.  Tragedy, heartache, beauty and growth brought me here.  My husband, Phil, arrived on his own, in his own way, the way that was right for him.  In quiet simplicity we share our findings with each other.  As we share them with you, you will begin to explore your own inner attic.

The Book Attic is a place where dreams become reality, where everything we could ever need is provided, where the finite merges with the infinite, and we uncover all-that-is.  We would like to take you along, as you are ready, as it is your time.  If what we say speaks to you, the real you, the part of yourself you may have forgotten - then listen.  It is calling you.  Do you hear it?  Have the hopes of your childhood faded?  Are you restless, jaded, fearful or distrustful without them?  Rediscover yourself.  Start here, today, in this moment.  It will be the best decision of your life.

In days of old, rememberers passed on ancient wisdom through stories.  Joseph Campbell, mythology expert, said one of the reasons we are floundering worldwide is because our old myths have failed us.  It is time for new adventures, stories and myths to help of us each forge our own path among the myriad paths winding their way through all-that-is.

For these reasons Phil and I present our stories to you, hoping you will find shards of truth sparkling in the crystalline stream of our words, and that those words will lead you home to your own heart.

Below are the beginnings of our offerings.  As they secure publishers and become available we will let you know where you can find them.

Take a little moonshine and add a smidgin of wacky tabaci.  Dump in four crazy old women and apply body masks as needed.  Toss in a French bulldog and a Zen cat and stir vigorously.  Voilà, you have a recipe for changing everything.  You don't believe me?  Well, maybe not yet, but you might once you give yourself a chance.

To write this unique tale, I drew on the backwoods ways and personalities of my grandmother, Renie, born in 1871, Aunt Ida, born in 1892, and Aunt Lottie, born in 1903.  Theirs are the shoulders upon which I stand.  I love them.  You will too once you figure out what they're up to.  So have no fear, Ida Mae is here.  She and her cohorts, Renie, Lottie and Ora Sue will teach you exactly what needs to be done and how to do it.

Despite my upbringing I did not believe in him nor was I ever likely too.  But something happened that night in the community center that set it all into motion - the learning about who I had once been, the reason my brother, Demmy, committed such brutal crimes and why I loved Tad.

My name is Raven.  A professional artist, as I began painting murals of Jesus' life, I did not know I had been part of it.  Spanning two time periods, my quest led to my first husband, who according to available history, never married, my second husband and the insights Jesus actually provided - teachings counter to what we have been led to believe.  Once I discover who these people are today, the story turns romantic, even violent.

I'd like to share a journey rooted thousands of years in the past.  There are three legs to this journey--Sheeawna's, Arranah's and Peter's, Arranah's MIA brother, as he finds his way home.  They belong under the umbrella of The Grandmother's Cave Trilogy: The Legend of Thirteen Women.  Each of these works was inspired by my own struggles and heartaches, hopes and inspirations.  They build on the theme of love, loss, ancient past life connections, planet change and the ancient internal matrices throughout the world.

Once Without Dying

Once Without Dying is the story of three young woman of different faiths, Sheeawna--a Christian, Akilah--a Muslim and Mali--a Hindu.  It explores their differences as well as their similarities.  As they help each other through heartaches, abuses, struggles and what they consider love to be, they transition into adulthood.  In so doing they gain the courage to discover a unifying force, the fulfillment of a legend and a common purpose with those of other faiths.  It is a powerful story of love, respect and honor at a time when the need is great.



In Ways We Can't Imagine

In Ways We Can't Imagine was born from the sudden death of my sweetheart.  In my desperation, I sought a way to bring him back, for the loss was nearly unsurvivable.  In this story, Arranah loses Kendal, a man she loves more than herself, and she nearly takes her own life.  Instead, she learns of legends, a mountainous multidimensional conduit and a way to be with him...with a catch anchored in an ancient matrix set up thousands of years in the past.  But first she has to learn of it's existence.  First she has to learn to live without him.  First she has to find the link she does not know exists and another woman whose life and love are also closely bound to the mountain.



ThePacifist's War

The loss of my brother to mental illness triggered ThePacifist's War.  If you don't remember who you are, how can you find yourself?  This is Peter's dilemma.  Losing himself in the heart of a war zone, he embarks on an amnesiac's quest to uncover his true identity.  Wearing a name which is not his own, he is alarmed when he receives medals for atrocious acts.  His search leads to a cave, encrypted writings, a dog named Emmanuel and a mysterious woman.  Following what appear to be hallucinations, in a site that cannot be real, he uncovers the mystical woman's identity, an ancient cave and his part in The Legend of Thirteen Women.  Characters from all three books converge at Grandmother's Cave to activate covenants on hold for thousands of years to help mitigate impending changes.

I am currently working on my seventh book.

  Inspired by meeting and marrying Vi, the story is set in various locales in the Pacific Northwest, forty-three years ago to the present.  It is a myth-based adventure about reincarnation and soul mates . . . about The Mystical granting the ultimate, unforeseen happy ending.

  Inspired by the unasked question to Teri Schiavo and Karen Ann Quinlan, "Where were you while your body lay in a coma?"  The Cat Did It is the mystical, sometimes humorous, sometimes sad, story of life's unavoidable journey into the afterlife and how human frailties and unknowing can complicate that transition.


   A third work, Vortex, is in partial draft.  Several additional novels are awaiting their time of construction.