The little house that couldn’t

I tried to LOVE this house. To treat it well, clean it, paint it, see it's positives (admire the way the morning sunlight poured into the kitchen, the fact the backyard got direct sun all afternoon, the songs of the birds in the back yard) but I never truly LOVED it. I tried and I …

I grew up in a tiny house before they were cool

  Circa 1979, after my parent's divorce, my dad set out to build his second house. The first home he designed and built was the log cabin my mom kept after the divorce. His second home was much more humble. On a dirt road with only two other houses, he built a cabin measuring 20x20 …