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The author has combined three triptychs of her earlier works into this hefty book of 656 pages (Volume One of three volumes). The volume embarks on a saucy, fervent jaunt with an impassioned tango dancer. The second novella swings around to laud the life of a father, capturing unfathomable undertones: “My father is a very complex man–a very misunderstood man–full of enigma." At the end of the story, the daughter discovers just how esoteric her father really is. The thread of an otherworldly father is picked up further in the book “The Elevator Maker's Daughter.”_______ The life saga of a Native American couple begins in "Home Before Nine" and ends in the last book of the volume "Never Home." The following is a compilation from the life saga books: Fala was crossing off each day of the calendar as she had been doing for three months now. Life as a nursing student had become one hard day after another – with no relief in sight. When you stay too long where your soul doesn't belong your soul can become ensnared and then your true essence becomes crusted over and you can never leave. Three months ago Fala had started allowing herself visits from a suitor. When Awan, with only his big blue eyes peeking over the helmet, arrived on his motorcycle to visit her – she was smitten. When he played the piano at the people's house where she was staying – and looking over his shoulder anxiously at her – she thought he was smitten with her too. When he asked her to marry, she promptly said yes and left nursing school. Her soul had been longing for love, and what love brings, for over a year now. It wasn't long before Fala was on the back of the motorcycle zooming along the highway back to Awan's place. When you leave one soul entrapment for another, strange circumstances are manifested. But sometimes those seeming "enclosures" are necessary for meanings only fathomed in future events. Fala reflects "When they sent my mother away to one of the missionary boarding schools, her papa's words were the only thing that kept her going. He said, 'The dandelion? People in the cities kill it every year from their yards. It is not a weed to kill. It is a wholesome growing thing that heals. You are not an unwanted weed. You are a healing force that reckons. You are as beautiful as the fly away dandelion ring!'I mean, that is confusing too: all these little Indian kids wanting to stay home with their families and instead the government forces them to go to the boarding schools, especially if the families are immersed in their ancestors' ways. And then, if you refuse to do as they say, sometimes they would just snatch your kids (making up some sorry excuse) – put them with foster families in the cities – and you were lucky if you ever saw them again. Then all these little kids come home – from the government schools or maybe the foster families – having forgotten their language (you got hit if you spoke it at the schools) and scorning their parents' ways. What a process. The process of wiping out natural bonds and implanting artificial, unsustaining ones. No wonder I'm angry."––––––––––––––––––– The Chiefs told our Shamans that they were suspicious without justification. But history has proven our Intuitive Ones were correct. "The tribe acting out of deep concern for the plight of their future generations."––––––––––––––––––No One Was Listening.––––––––––––––––––

A chapbook of chilling and macabre proportions. (Where Have All The Children Gone?)

From the author: "I am immersing myself in this supernal volume of poems to distract my soul which is scraped hollow by October, 2023 world events. Poem of Passions (1883), is a book that was passed down from my grandmother, Lucille Tuttle Vekre, who was also unwanted in the land of her ancestors' birth. I recited those poems during happier times. Now I am sharing this book of poetry with you." "I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding." -John O'Donohue

The writer has completed eight triptychs (listed as fiction) this past year. Now, with the ending of the tumultuous year 2014, she has written a small autobiographical account about the nebulous, mysterious capacity for continuous growth. "The bird flew through the shattered heart glass." -"Tears of a Phoenix"

Poignant yet playful recollections in “A Day Off for Reckoning” Volume Two pick up on a young couple's life from Volume One. This 410 pages volume starts off with a very troubled young wife. "Fala has a lot on her mind. She has a six month old baby boy and she is pregnant with her next child. Of Native American ancestry, she is too far apart from her past to know how its horrendous, but glorious roots are affecting her in the present. But Fala is a true trouper. She keeps plodding away in her stoic innocence that everything is going to be all right and everything is already exactly as it should be. 'Fala? You do have a lot on your mind – death birth scary neighbors – and premonitions about losing your children.'” After having almost lost her second child during childbirth, Fala is ready to settle down and enjoy the summer mountain air. But unbeknownst to her, her husband is leading a duplicitous life that she knows nothing about. And his plans aren't quite coinciding with Fala's. His plans cause cataclysmic events which lead Fala to finally renounce Wasi'chu ways.

The Wandering People...in twenty-two almost gentle photographs.

Explores the author's experience at the protests against the pipeline being built near the Standing Rock Indian Reservation.

Vivid compilations of earlier works leads to "Grace is the Absence of Reckoning;" the author's 424 pages final volume. Following the intertwining life stories from two previous volumes, Volume Three contains the sequels to Fala and Lourue's intense life events: Fala has married a bomber pilot — getting herself into quite a mess. Fala asks herself, "Am I just a victim of malicious outer forces beyond my control?"___________ Lourue accounts: “The pain from betrayal, the deaths of two friends and the death of my horse fragmented my already fragile ego into about five different personalities. The result of this fragmentation? I was able to escape the pain by pretending I was the vivacious Isabella, the nurturing Fala, or the many other souls I imagined myself to be in my quest for healing."___________ Added within are excerpts on important topics of the author's choosing. "Women are warriors. They are the ones who run with wolves, the ones who follow the moon. They are the ones who give life and they are the first storytellers their children will hear." –Aaron Paquette, "LightFinder"

(1) Lighter Coffee Talk? Not really. What do the angels do with all the souls that have just been released from an entirely obliterated planet?

The three stray novellas. Readers were having a hard time finding each novella individually so-enfolded in Parlous-three allegorical and open-to-interpretation readings are entrusted.