Books published by publisher Horizon Bound Books

The living and the dead - there is something that binds them. For the living are endlessly fascinated by tales of the dead, whether they are about an ancestor whose ghost reputedly haunts an old ancestral house, or an airline pilot whose ghost is forever condemned to roam the earth with that of his mistress for an unspeakably cruel suicide pact that plunges a hundred others to their deaths. The dead too appear to be fascinated by the living. They want to come back to reassure, console, seek revenge, seek forgiveness or simply to connect across an immense gulf of darkness and mystery. Death may bring silence but it is a howling silence with the urgent needs, hopes, desires and torments on both sides.

Inside of each heart there’s a question: “Where do I belong?” Without realizing it, we fear the answer is “nowhere”. So many of us are longing for something—searching for something—without knowing what that “something” is. We may not even realize the longing exists, but rather experience it as a vague emptiness and a draw to feel something—anything—so we look to various places, substances and people to fill it.This is one woman’s journey—from childhood to 90 years—of pain, hiding, striving, longing, and the many lessons learned. May it be a help to you on your life’s journey.“I don’t understand you God, I don’t understand other people and I don’t understand myself.” This is what I cried out to God in utter frustration after falling to my knees in the middle of the night in a hotel room in Las Vegas. All through my childhood I thought that if I don’t think and I don’t feel, then it won’t show on my face and then I can’t get into trouble. That was the way I tried to live and not get into trouble. It was my way of stuffing down the pain of the past. These were the inner feelings of the child that I kept hidden for so much of my life. I invite you to walk with me, back into the past, and experience the journey of my life as you glean what you can apply to yours.

Inside of each heart there’s a question: “Where do I belong?” Without realizing it, we fear the answer is “nowhere”. So many of us are longing for something—searching for something—without knowing what that “something” is. We may not even realize the longing exists, but rather experience it as a vague emptiness and a draw to feel something—anything—so we look to various places, substances and people to fill it.This is one woman’s journey—from childhood to 90 years—of pain, hiding, striving, longing, and the many lessons learned. May it be a help to you on your life’s journey.“I don’t understand you God, I don’t understand other people and I don’t understand myself.” This is what I cried out to God in utter frustration after falling to my knees in the middle of the night in a hotel room in Las Vegas. All through my childhood I thought that if I don’t think and I don’t feel, then it won’t show on my face and then I can’t get into trouble. That was the way I tried to live and not get into trouble. It was my way of stuffing down the pain of the past. These were the inner feelings of the child that I kept hidden for so much of my life. I invite you to walk with me, back into the past, and experience the journey of my life as you glean what you can apply to yours.