Little Red Brick Schoolhouse

I work and write in this place.  It’s an 1894 one-room schoolhouse near my home. I’m honored to occupy a space where a young teacher once stoked a fire and waited for her students to arrive. Where children of all ages crowded onto wooden benches and shared primers and slates. Where they held ciphering matches and spelling bees and recitations. Where stories were told, and where now, I get to tell even more.

 

            

 

Below you can see the beginning of a 4-year labor of love.