Always Tea Time

I did say I wanted time away, but I didn’t expect Star to bring me somewhere with no signal of any kind whatsoever. Of course she didn’t tell me where we were going. I am her pickiest and most paranoid friend, and I would have asked how many times the bathrooms were cleaned, were the beddings regularly changed, what was the menu, were there any serial killers in the area--just the normal stuff. I tried to remind her I was so delicate I got mono without even kissing anyone, but she just smiled an...
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Karlo And Kiara Enjoyed Themselves!

The Daughters' Inn is a perfect place to spend a weekend away from home, even if you have small kids. I was so scared when my husband suggested we should take a short vacation, because Karlo has some learning disabilities. He's okay with new places, but I always worry that people won't understand him and they'll stare at him and that would not be good for him. Of course Kiara would be fine, she loves her older brother, so we decided to try it anyway. A family friend suggested The Daughter's I...
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Sherlock and I at The Daughter’s Inn

I and Sherlock (my beagle) love running out together for a vacation, and we like taking our time. Some hotel-motels want us in late and out early, and that is definitely no fun for the both of us. But, I suppose for the convenience of the other travellers, that’s the way they like it.   I called ahead to The Daughter’s Inn to check if they took pets, since their site says they were an old farmhouse and that there’s a lot of wildlife around. I was ready to tell them to accept us or els...
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Souls of The Daughter’s Inn

The first thing that caught our eyes was the porch--a gigantic, wraparound porch like the one in Secondhand Lions. Which shouldn’t have surprised us, I guess, since The Daughter’s Inn’s first life was a farmhouse. We instantly wanted to drown our sorrows in deep armchairs and iced tea. Not that we had any sorrows. We liked the tower room too much. They stuffed all three of us kids into it, since we all wanted the room. Pearl grabbed the window seat, Em got the trundle, and I happily got the bed....
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The Tower Room

3:25 p.m.   I’m writing from the tower room. Fine, it’s hardly a tower, it’s more a sun-room attached to one of the second-floor guest rooms, but it looks like a tower room, which is all that matters at the moment. When Mom suggested that we needed some time away from, you know, people, I told her, “Look for a tower room.” “But, stairs…” she tried. “Tower room,” I told her.   I should really stop using italics. I’m fifteen, and according to L.M. Montgomery’s Rilla of Ingle...
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Adventures of Sillington House

Well, I actually mean The Daughter’s Inn, of course. But it reminds me so much of Sillington House from E.L. Konigsburg’s The View From Saturday that I had to pinch myself, then my best friend, to make sure we weren’t dreaming. (She pinched me back, so we’re even, and I’m doubly sure we’re awake).   There was the gingerbread trim, the wrap-around porch, the long trestle-table dining room from the house to the back. It felt so familiar that I peered around for the four children drinki...
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Artist at The Daughter’s Inn

I came to The Daughter’s Inn for some time alone. My friends say I always seem like a delicate flower, floating from place to place, which always surprises me. I feel so pulled to the ground, not even rooted, like a flower tipped over and stepped on, but not broken enough to die. Just alive enough to hurt, and hurt, and hurt.   I think people don’t see that because I always kind of disappear when I’m in a group. They are all talking to each other, sharing stories. I know I’m included,...
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