Folk Victorian

Pale green in color, with gleaming white gingerbread trim, and surrounded by velvety grass and masses and masses of flowers, the house we were visiting was another impressive Victorian confection, such as I envisioned Aunt Inga’s house might one day look like. The doorbell rang with a somber, tolling sound that reverberated in the recesses Read More …

Houses, Hunks, and Whodunit

In keeping with the new log line on my blog – courtesy of Lyda Phillips, whose review of A Cutthroat Business in the Nashville Scene last year included the sentence “…a frothy girl drink of houses, hunks and whodunit,” – I thought I’d say a few words about houses. More specifically, one house: Aunt Inga’s Read More …