Sometimes a woman needs a room of her own.

The Pine Cottage is my room. It’s where I love my family, bake bread, read books, and knit. It’s where I yell at the dog and spill tomato sauce on the rug. It’s where I laugh, cry, and pray. There are no clocks here…or schedules, time is not measured. Daydreaming is welcomed. This space is a glimpse through the window before I pull the drapes. I’m probably in my pajamas.