the other Little House that was Pink


I grew up a log loader operator's daughter.  He grew up a builder's son. I grew up reading Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel at my grandma's. He grew up reading The Little House: Her Story every time he visited his next-door neighbors. When we were book shopping as newlyweds, he spotted The Little House.  A book about a little house on a hill in the country—just like mine.  A book about a little house that was pink—just like mine! I liked The Little House before I'd seen anything more than the front cover.  It wasn't until later I realized it was written and illustrated by Virginia ... Read More

The Other Little Pink House


Susette Kelo and I have two things in common: red hair and little pink houses. “Doesn’t the house look great?” Susette asked. The seller looked disgusted.  “Pink?” she asked, then insisted it was not right for the period of the house. “That’s not true,” Susette said.  “I got the color right off the historic paint chart at Benjamin Moore.” The seller was not impressed. “Besides,” Susette said, “the color is Odessa Rose, not pink.” “Well, it will certainly brighten up the neighborhood,” the seller said sarcastically. Susette grinned.  “And…so…won’t…I,” she said. -Little ... Read More

Our pink house

When I was a little girl, our dear old house was peeling so many colors of paint, you could chip away at it and find a bright rainbow of colors. Then I discovered that pink was one of the colors it had been painted many moons ago, and pleaded with my daddy to once again paint our house in my favorite color: pink.Daddy compromised by saying maybe we could paint the dog house pink. But by the time we got around to painting, I wasn't convinced my dog Minta needed a pink house after all. Fifteen years later, I have my pink house! Merritt called tonight, to tell me he locked our front door ... Read More