Samuel jingles the coins in his pocket as he hums his favorite tune. Gold and silver twirl between his fingers as he enters the path...

Mortar and pestle. Herbs and dirt. Rub this on your wounds, it will take away the hurt. Hold this stone, and keep it near. Close your...

Through the dark tunnel her soul wanders forward. She cannot see the pathway standing before her. The air is thick and dry. She finds...

Down the brick street towards the river, you will see the monsters. So friendly, so kind. She will always remember the warnings. Walking...

In the quiet of the night, I hear your footsteps tapping on the hardwood floors. Pacing up and down the steps. Take a rest. And enjoy the...

The pain within runs deep. Below the dollhouse, it flows like the river. Always flowing, even in the calmest of moments. The pain within...

White gloves. Black tuxedo. Frederick meets you at the door. Each of us girls are wearing our new green dresses, made just for us, by...

In my mind's eye, I see you. You keep hiding, but I know you are there. Long, dark grey trench coat with the popped collar and leather...

The season is changing. Autumn has transformed the mesmerizing backdrop of the beautiful town of New Brighton. The leaves have changed to...

What lies beneath this stone, Under the concrete? The rocking of this stone, Creates a hollow sound emerging from beneath the basement...

"Fill your cup. You look thirsty. Your cup sits before you, child". Lady Cannon holds Emily's hand, as she sobs quietly. The aroma of...

The hum and click of the sewing machine echos through the sunroom. Sunlight blasts through the beautiful windows. I can feel Eleanor in...

Let me Out of hiding, to dance in the sunlight, and to Dance with the butterflies in the botanical gardens. Let me see Out of the...

October has arrived. Salt and cinnamon carry blessings in the wind through the front door of the dollhouse.  Autumn has announced...

Very little memories remain of my early childhood. It feels like my life began when I moved to New Brighton. I felt like an outcast then....

Take a glimpse into my world. The unseen space within the walls of the dollhouse is a lively place this evening. Summer is winding down...

Stay a while! It is an enchanting place! Stay a while! I know the perfect space! It is near the dollhouse. A precious find! Stay a while...

In our bedroom window, standing tall and fierce, the owner of the manor looks out upon the river. Who is he? Perhaps, he is William...

Like most old homes, the dollhouse basement is creepy. It is dark and damp. I do not know where all of the light switches and pull string...

The festivities are in full swing as the sweltering sun shines down on New Brighton. This morning's parade was a spectacular affair! The...