So, just in time for the new year, I've managed to get my arm chair and foot stool up the narrow, twisting stairs to my attic office! Now I need only to buy a little electric kettle so I can have my hot tea without traipsing all the way back down to the kitchen each time I need a fresh cuppa, which is often. ​​But now that this Room of My Own is all ready, I need to sit down and prove to myself that I really needed such a writer's garret by penning some amazing new story such

Our house is historic--built in 1867 as part of Officers' Row in this old army base. It is a wonderful house, full of nooks and crannies, and twists and turns. And now that our seven kids are growing up and moving out, spaces in our house are changing. The attic loft that has been alternately storage, my husband's study, a guest room, a son's room, a daughter's room, another son's room is now being transformed into--ta-dah!!--a space to call mine own. I've made a good long li