The Wonder of the Tiny House


I love the idea of the tiny house. First developed as an alternative to the FEMA trailers in the aftermath of Hurrican Katrina, they're starting to catch on in a big way as a way to live more simply, and in some cases, in a more mobile fashion. I personally don't want to haul my house around after me like Lucy and Ricky Ricardo and the Airstream. Rather, I'd like a pint-sized Victorian-looking house with a tiny library, fireplaces, a sleeping loft, and front porch. All do-able. And lots less than you'd think, especially if you build it yourself.

Living in an uninteresting area of Connecticut, my daydream is to go to the lower Outer Banks in North Carolina, near Atlantic Beach and Beaufort, buy a piece of land, and talk my siblings into building tiny houses, too. We could have the Wolf compound, near the ocean. Everybody would have their own space, but we'd have the togetherness we all sometimes crave. And as the oldest, I'd get to keep an eye on everybody (I must have been a herding dog in another life) Try this link: