Holly grew up in the Maryland suburbs of Washington, DC during the fifties and sixties. All the houses were identical, reminiscent of Pete Seeger’s song, “Little Boxes”. Kids ran wild like the dogs, unconstrained by fences or supervision. On weekends parents traveled from house to house, teetering with cocktails in hand.
Holly grew up in the Maryland suburbs of Washington, DC during the fifties and sixties. All the houses were identical, reminiscent of Pete Seeger’s song, “Little Boxes”. Kids ran wild like the dogs, unconstrained by fences or supervision. On weekends parents traveled from house to house, teetering with cocktails in hand.After twenty-seven years on the East Coast, Harrison left her librarian job at an Advertising Agency, packed up her VW Bus, and headed for New Mexico to attend graduate school. Holly taught English and Art in rural New Mexico where classes regularly were canceled for county fairs, religious holidays, and pueblo feasts. On weekends she traveled the state, exploring the back roads to better appreciate the landscape of her adopted home.
As a university research scientist, Holly studied self-regulation, the ability to control emotions and behavior and act in socially appropriate ways. It’s something many people struggle with today but useful in developing characters for her novels.
Although some of her children have migrated to both coasts, the high desert will always be her home. When Holly is not writing, she is riding her Swedish Warmblood, Soleil, in the Bosque near the Rio Grande.
